Someone gave us memory
in sepia tones,
rose coloured hints.
Someone knew that the past,
as a door closed, no longer accessible,
was a step too cruel.
So someone gave us sounds
scenes to provoke us to reminiscence –
and imagination to fill in the long blanks,
to make a narrative
out of our lives.
Yes, someone gave us minds
that cannot jump fast forward
without casting back,
as though to remember is
to drink our fill
before journeying on –
or maybe to define
the ends of unfinished chapters,
making meaning from scraps.
And someone gave us a heart
to put all the daily impressions,
knowing that time is not a snapshot of the moment,
but rather a window through which
the four winds blow.
And memory, the shadow without substance
that the sun casts on the wall.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
2 thoughts on “A Poem: Memory II”
A beautiful poem for all times but particularly for those who are grieving.
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Amen, I am glad you felt the essence of this poem xx