I don’t want to forget
my mother’s perfume,
my father’s steady hands
or my brother’s laughter
I don’t want to forget
the first kiss under moonlight
the way my heart quickened
under the gaze of his brown eyes
I don’t want to forget
standing beneath the Eiffel Tower
riding the Tube in London
or viewing the Caribbean Sea
I don’t want to forget
all the good times
not allow them to fade due to
heartbreak or disappointment
I don’t want to forget
I don’t want to forget
- Written for dVerse Poetics: Of Mantras, Repetita Juvant
Nice one Arcadia. Why let go of good memories
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Thank you Gillena :)
DeleteLove the insistent tone in repeating "I don't want to forget," leading to a recounting of dearly held memories, and remembering. A tender testament to love overcoming carless memory and "heartbreak or disappointment."
ReplyDeleteThank you Dora.
DeleteNor do I, nor do I. Your poem caught me off-guard [in a nice way ] remembering is a lovely brain exercise, a pleasant pastime. Your poem is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Helen.
DeleteNo, never forget, it is all part of what you still are.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bjorn.
DeleteI love that you do not want to forget all the happy memories. Hold on to them as they are precious.
ReplyDeleteI never want to forget, and pray I do not.
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