Forgotten Memories

I met him everyday in the park. He hailed me, “Hello young friend, you’re on time.” We’d have coffee together sometimes. Today I hailed him. He asked, “Have we met?”

As I walked away, his daughter came up. “He’s got Alzheimer’s. He forgets me sometimes too.” A tear fell. His life would end without memories.

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. Hi have started reading your posts lately and this was was especially touching.Just imagine living an entire life with nothing to show for it in the end. What is our life if not a collage of all the events that later stay with us as memories!

  2. @Shroo:hehe. i'm versatile. do stories too. don't u read my blog?! :Pglad u liked this! n no, didnt. no time yet!:(@Aayushi:thank you. yes it does say the gist doesn't it?

  3. @Yvonne:yes. sad fact indeed. Alzheimer's claims so many! :(@Shraddha:thank you!i don't put anything unscrollable Shraddha. i think its a kink in Google Chrome, because i am able to scroll in Firefox and IE8 too! 🙂

  4. @J:thanks. welcome to my blog!exactly. that collage of memories is very essential and dying without knowing the beauty in the past is very saddening! 🙁

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