Life lost in the mists of my past
My children now grown
Women, men, grandchildren
Snatches of you within my grasp
Names at the edge of my mind
I know you
I need to be anchored the tide is taking me away
My life drifting with the outgoing waves
Like drift wood battered by time and tide I wait
When I was young I! Why can’t I remember?
Do you live far?
When did I move here is my house gone?
Cobwebs obscure my vision losing touch with me
Spiders run away with each memory
Do I know you?
How is your mother? She was a lost soul
What was your mother’s name ah yes so young
I loved her she had such a hard time
Who is their mother?
Yes she suffered too the mother of my children
I have a wife she never comes
Are you sure you’ve seen her here?
No not today if you say she was here I believe you
A vast empty wasteland appears before me
Darkened rooms behind each door
I seek a candle to light the memories
That once dwelled vivid in my mind
I am lost within myself even death is welcomed
Yet he does not come
I suffer this living death, each day is less
Do I know you?
The pictures on the wall who are they?
Greeting cards? Not real?
Do you know their names?
I forget so much
What is love?
Even that will soon be lost
Don’t forget I did love you all
Remember me that way
Not the way I have become
©Saroya Poirier 4/30/10
