Shalom Freedman (Troy New York)

SOME MEMORY OF THEM


I want there to be some memory of them
So even when I am gone
There will be some memory
Of those I have cared about and loved-

True,
Words on a page
Are not the same as the memory of the person
Who has known them in life-

But words are something perhaps
What I can do when I am here-

And when no one is here
Who no longer remembers them in person?
Or even remembers me in person?

I won't care then, perhaps

But now
I don't want them to be forgotten
As if they never were

I want I need for there to be
some memory of them-