Memoir Poem by Cyclopseven R

The night unravels in mystery
Boundless darkness penetrates
The earth and stars beyond
Whispering the stories from history.

I am sitting alone by the window
Counting the memories that dons,
The loosening pages of my memoir
Untie the knots from the moments subdued in time.

As I turn the pages of the memoir
The ripples within the pool of my mind
Keep widening and widening, in awe
I am swimming nonchalantly in the past.

The day I almost drown, rushed like a mirage
And, occupied the uppermost thought
In gratitude I thank the Lord
As I hold the memoir close to my heart.

The day I passed my Lower Secondary Examination
Followed by the day my dad presented a Robin Hood bicycle,
In sequence the memory began to dance wild
And, I am happy, I recalled the hidden past of younger days.

Then, the thought of the day I escaped from garrulous bees
In the forest back in Pengkalan Hulu
Send shivers through my back bone
Yes, once again my gratitude to the Greatest
For the second life given - for the second time.

One day, it so happened I climbed a tree to pluck some langsat
It was fated that I step the rotten branch. And, it snapped.
Swiftly, I grasped another branch, and a balancing act ensued.
His bountiful grace spared me another chapter, and I am here now.

Loosening pages of my memoir appeared in random orders,
And, one day when I was 10 my mum gave me RM5.00
To buy some sweets and biscuits that pleases me most
Alas, somehow I lost my purse with only RM5.00 in it
I cried alone, all along the way from town
B’coz, I knew, I won’t get another RM5.00 in the nearest future.

One page loosened from the stack and gently touched the floor
Oh my God! ! it was the day I fell from motorbike – first fall,
The bike was not mine. The GP 100 Suzuki belonged dearly to a dear friend.
In hasty rush I borrowed the bike awhile and rammed into a dog -
a black dog. It escaped with minor injuries, but me the rider
with brutal bruises on both elbows and knees. Huh! ! Painful.
I offered to repair the bike, my friend refused to accept.
I thank God again for His kindness, b’coz I had no money then.

The 1982 I passed my Middle Secondary Examination
That put me strolling into Higher Secondary. My dad was so excited and
his generosity earned me a watch, SEIKO brand, priceless indeed.

Yes, how could I leave this one out from the list
The day I took my dad’s Vespa Scooter PG1381 for a ride
And, that too without his permission. I banged into a rock. The rock was o.k.
But, the front mudguard was damaged. Once again the Lord showered His Grace.
My friends helped with the repair job, and the Scooter - back to normal.

Last, but not least, this one is still fresh in my mind
Where I once climbed a tree, a tall and big tree – just for fun.
With my Seiko watch on my wrist, and the needle ticking away,
Five desperate hours passed by, my tears were rolling down
Before I could figure my way down.

A little reminder of a life lived sometime back in time
Vivid collections, woven into life to harness the beauty of life itself.


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