Having no recollection at times of things I've done
or people I've talked with annoys me sometimes.
Where was my mind I wonder, why didn't my brain tape
it into my neurons or synapses for future
recollection?
Memory is a fortunate tool, keeping us in touch with
those we love and people around us.
Yet, where does it disappear to at times?
Is it on vacation? What happens to cause a totally
blank picture screen in my mind?
Then later images pop back in, showing me what I
thought had escaped my thoughts and memories - all
intact - recollected once again after a lapse in
memory brought back to reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem