Memory Is A Cheating Thing Poem by Adeline Foster

well said, a novel stand on the gossamer of memories!

Adeline: Another great poem. I must confess as i age memory becomes blurry and fuzzy except for the distant past. Very good write I loved it Lynn

I like your take on the intentions of Memory personified - is it telling white lies? Drawing a merciful veil over painful experiences in the past?

A nice poem conveying wise thoughts.

Memory should never be allowed in a court room.

We do cheat life when suffering, by remembering the good things that have happened in our lives, helping us to deceive ourselves. Figurines of glass are broken or fractured when our memories start to fail. Really great poem, it says so much as it falls into our minds and memories. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

Your description is apt I wish you could have gone further into this subject that bewilders, bemuses, stifles and confuses us all.

Maybe yes, maybe no. Well said.

I like this one Adeline. Most times I don't do requests for reads. I am not here for that. But you my dear are special.

As a poem, it is short, packed with thoughts and concentrated, with two definitions of memory: a cheating; n a kindly thing...this is a pleasurable indulgence in the willing self-deception...there are so many pains; n there are so many abstract sources of healing...i think, when we enter the memory world, it drops curtains on the present, though for a while...