Memory
A start is a reminder and one of those things we hear,
here and there
A friend is quantifiable and one of those things we hear,
mother and father
You can go silent
in one of those moments.
A start repeats itself:
The gears kick in and you remember oil
and gears
and school
and maths
and maths teachers
and their lies
and your lies
and fear
and your fear
and algebra
and jokes
and one of those jokes, they said
mother and father
and teachers
And the baby laughed
memory is complex and our vital assets....good write indeed.
A very interesting poem this one Alex and so cleverly written these sort of poems are good exercise for the brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was a very good description of memory.