Happy

Her smile is wider than her head

A photo shows this when she was ten

Her brilliant eyes then shone so bright

Her teeth gleaming in black and white

And still after many colourful years

When distant childhood memories may bring on tears

She has that smile as wide today

What might spark it I cannot say

But it reveals like an evening primrose bloom

A late afternoon sunburst that fills the room.

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CLP 19/11/2019

On Memory

Cluttered to rafters

Where to keep all the new stuff?

Something has to give

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n.b. How does one keep track of a lifetime’s experience? What is retained, what forgot? What is important; what not?

Memories of long ago can resurface at the slightest prompt. These can be matters one had not held consciously for decades. Why do these reappear now?

One moment recalled can lead to a string of recollections, not always welcome, nor happy, yet sometimes funny, or joyous.

If we cannot forget how can we move on in life? The ability to forget is a gift too.

We all edit our life stories in the re-telling; to ourselves first, then to others. Who are we? Who we remember, or how others remember us?

Now, where did I put those keys?

CLP 21/09/2019