Memories Will Not Show Themselves Poem by John A'Hern

Deep-seated memories will not show themselves
Trying so hard well maybe,
Your dreams are challenging ones
Wake with them fresh in innermost thoughts.
Should we be worried?
Should we even care?
Looking for meanings
Thoughts or dreams,
Memories also along for the ride.
What is a thought?
What is a memory?
Where do they sit in the queue?
Questions with or without answers
Who or what to believe is the challenge.
A family story is long forgotten
Sparks a trail of questions,
Where are the answers?
Parents long laid to rest
No one to ask
Drives you further
Into memory and thought land.
The harder you try
The more they drift away,
If only if only
Said with conviction each day.
Cannot remember infant school days
Junior and senior as bright as day.
Your Family and friends face's
Shining like beacons,
Teachers, and coaches
There for the asking.
Twilight of life expectancy
Who decides that?
Will you pass meekly?
Alternatively, throw a tantrum.
Wake each morning always a plus
Get on with pleasures afforded to us.
Waiting for night time
The thoughts trigger dreams,
Here we go again
Why can I not see?