The tremendous power
Of memory unearth
Life’s incredible wealth
Fill the minds of Seniors
I thought of my friend,
Who recited Rhodora
A poem we learned when
In high school
That night my sister and
I searched the internet for all
The classic poems we’ve learned
Through years of literary exposure
Longfellow, Emerson, Gray, Allan Poe
All came to mind
With Shakespeare’s sonnets too
Even Flanders field inserted itself
Words came back
More to my sister than me
She has always been the literary
In the family
And feelings came as memories claimed
It made me wonder why some I remembered
And others I could not
Like the poem Rhodora
Our friend recited
Our minds are tricky,
Playing with our memory
Some things we remember and
Some we forget
Indeed our memory we treasure
As Seniors think they start fading more
But it’s because our memories of yore
Crowd our minds with so much lore.
💗
After a full lifetime we are bound to forget a few things from way back when…
But if we give up we will never retrieve those memories so let’s keep poking at them until they drip drip drip and fill our old buckets again. 👏🏽
Thank you so much. Yes, you’re right. Keep retrieving