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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: October 16, 2023 Changed past Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Fire Bird ______________________________________ The intricate tapestry of my subconscious A birth, a time of such heavenly consequence. It all evolved with my son's day of birth. Everything was suddenly unique and worth. His fuss was filled with full-flapped fanfare. My feelings were relayed through a fan fair. My heart was flooded with vicarious love. My destiny drew its Elysian toll from above. Disassociation has ceased to be my domain. Stunningly sturdy for such a slight sustain. His memory was rattling, sharp, and retentive. A hitherto unknown mnemonic thrust is affective. In records of our psyche, reminiscence resides, A phenomenal ability to remember and abide. He could memorize and recall with ease, Every moment, every word, every tease. But paramnesia would sporadically pass, A momentary lapse, a memory out of grasp. Yet his memorization skills would never cease, a whispering fugue, an embroidery of peace. Associations formed, connections made, In the tapestry of memory, they never fade. Obliteration might be a gamble to intervene, But my nostalgia remains tenacious and keen. In his empyreal life, bolstered and vibrant, Gossamer memory is a slot never to be slanted. No word or recollection is to obliterate, This memory is prodigious, a peculiar trait. Dreams are woven into an exquisite tapestry, Where the past and present descry harmony. Wherever recollections are strung together, These precious memories will last forever.
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