On the tip of my memory
of a time so distant
sitting at kitchen table
watching my mother.
She was cooking one of her
fine means, as she always did,
remembering how young
she was.
Miss those days of old
when we would just talk
of her telling me of her youth,
now I'm older than she was then.
All of this just on tip of
my memory, so long ago
as days go by, memory fading
away to days so distant.
(4-21-07)
You are so right, how is it that the things that are so dear to us can seem such a long time ago, and looking back older than she was then, strange how the world spins Jim All the very best to you And thankyou for sharing this poem of understanding Love duncan X
What a fine, heart warming write. Memories are forever. As always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
taking turns in clutch of time...nice