Almedia Knight Oliver

Memories Are Made Of These - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver

Walking barefoot down the dusty dirt road, and
Right up to the old house wrapped in porch’s arm.
After graduating high school, I left those things back home.
Yet, still holding onto rustic memories of gathering eggs,
Milking cows and cupping hands full of cool water from
The springs to drink: all these are memories of childhood years.

There are times when I must close my eyes to reality
To be in space and time of my gangly teenage years, and
warm memory pillows for pains and not die, but to live on.
Long ago, he placed his class ring on my finger and blue and gold
high school sweater around my shoulder, and another time was
our high school prom night that I heard a whisper in my ear:
“You look so pretty in that pink, strapless voile dress, and
bobby-pin- hot-combed-hair stands the test of time”

Thoughts in my catalog keep pushing and shoving to have a say
So, I’ll give voice to the two slow dragging all evening into the night,
Then headed out home before midnight, still dancing to grinding gravel
Under our feet… Yet, nary a complaint of weariness nor defeat, in a vigorous
and happy-go-lucky world where even bats swung up side down on limbs.
And we couldn’t stop sniffing fragrance of wild flowers in the south wind.

While night slept, and the midnight wind danced to Chubby Checker
“The Twist” and my heart danced to every beat of our hearts…
I felt an awkward but gentle kiss on my lips and hands around my waist
Was enough kindling to start up the fire!
When we arrived at the door, tears commenced to flow and
No place to go, nor a hankie to soak up the flow. He disjoined
our hands, used his index finger tip and wiped up the cries

I’m grateful to my memory for storing, encoding, and retrieving
disremember events. On account of my mind, I see, hear, and
Experiences of my prom night; my high school beau and flower-
memories of my life on the farm; hoping you delight in my bouquet
and keep the scent of its lasting perfume.

Brooklyn, New York

February 22,2015

Topic(s) of this poem: friendship

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Remembering events of more than once upon a time

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015

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