A memory
is a moment that lasts forever,
encapsulates itself in a fragile tear,
a sigh, a distant gaze.
Today it's heavy and light,
a full deep breath and quivering smile,
something I want resurrected,
wished back. Yet I know
she is more than ready for this journey.
It seems memories (made and unmade)
are piled high atop and in the Subaru.
I didn't see Pooh in her room;
wonder if he's squished inside a box
traveling away from me, too,
but can't ask
as memories are stuck in my throat
and I can only hug her,
tell her "I love you", and hope she believes
how much she will be missed.
by Margaret Bednar, August 22, 2021
It has been forever since I have been able to sit down and write a poem. I have had an incredibly busy last few months. I've missed my poetry peeps and can't wait to catch up. I am off to take my youngest daughter out to dinner and see her off in the morning... her Dad is driving her to NJ for college... Christmas break seems a long way off.
This is linked with "Poets & Story Tellers United - Writer's Pantry #84 - Let's Read up a Storm".
