The Memories

Written as part of Sunday Challenge – Bout Rimes, at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

The Memories

the whiff of a memory caught,
without a doubt, excites him;
for it is fading, what he’s got,
with each day, becoming dim.

slowly they slip into the shade,
as with time, everything goes,
drying too from memory glade,
all but the teardrop that flows.

none care what beneath lies,
all around him, hearts of stone,
he wonders, if he soon dies,
will those hearts change tone?

till he shall lie still on the lawn,
he mourns the memories gone.

It feels sad when I see a friend saddened by memories slipping away from him. It scares him a lot, and I can’t do much to help him either. He’s strong when he has them by his side, but a momentary scare, and he panics. I just pray for him to be alright.

(© 2nd June 2015)


Poetry & writing 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.

14 thoughts on “The Memories”

  1. My Mom is the same way though she is fine. Her sister had Alzheimer’s so she is terrified she’s next. My MIL is in the early stages – it is so awful to lose yourself. Your poem deals with this in a poignant manner.

  2. Your poem touched me in a deep way ~~ I cared for my mother the last five years of her life. Witnessed her sadness, frustration, and pain as memory faded ~ until it was no more.

  3. The one thing that scares me and keeps me scared is the fear of loss of memory creeping into the lives of my loved ones………….

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