| Remember |
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She can't remember what I can't forget. I know she's older, now; coping and, yet, Fragmented memories tear at my heart ~ Despising the distance that holds us apart. She can't remember. Of course, under three, Not much is recorded in young memory. Still, it seems such a shame that so precious a time Should be left all alone in the halls of my mind. When kisses, so innocent, pressed on my cheek And chubby arms circled my neck like a wreath; Swift little feet ran to me in delight. My hand she reached for, in darkness of night. Thank God I could be there for her tender needs, To kiss little bruises and tiny scraped knees; To teach her, with love, basic babyhood And do all the things that a good mother should. Now, I can't reach her, for time has me held In a strong cocoon; built with power and stealth. Slowly, it blinded. So, I didn't see All the numerous ways it planned to trap me. Lord, as long as I breathe and can whisper Your name, In all of my prayers You will still hear the same; That little darling I will love to the end And maybe You'll help her remember, again. |
| And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpillar, and the palmer worm, my great army which I sent among you. Joel 2:25 |
| © 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner |
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