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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Memories tumble through my mind, rolling aimless, some have been... missing for a while. I try to fill in the blanks. Others, I sweep into already dusty corners. You know, the ones far easier forgotten. Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds. I take snapshots of the cherished ones, file them away giving them a home... before they blow away in the savage wind. I yell out to my own echoing voice - "Did I tell you my mom liked to dance?" "Yes", I remember. I hear her music, rock-and-roll, her long hair bouncing with each step. She doesn't dance anymore... I see my step-father, hands dirty, working always working, but sometimes stopping to joke or tease. Moments gone...memories fleeting... begging them to stay a little longer or at least visit my dreams. "Did I tell you my dad played drums?" "Yes", I remember. I hear rat-a-tat-tat in my head, primal beats, rhythmic beats - complex man, gentle soul... I would sing at the top of my lungs while he played. He never seemed to mind my shrill, little girl voice. I miss him, I miss his drums. Music is not the same. Nothing the same. I close my eyes and another memory blows through empty spaces. My brother is racing his bike down the street FAST. He is about ten, all skinny legs in his shorts. "Where are you going?" I call after him, too late. "Don't go, please don't go!" He is gone and I wonder if he was ever here, there, anywhere within my reach. Some do go astray, I remind myself. Missing memories...missing love - loneliness finding a home in my heart when least expected... "Wait, come back", I yell to him. "I'm still here." Ruminating, I ask myself if we ever know, really know, the ones we love. No, not really. I remember. Frantic, I reach for the tumbleweeds, grasping. I reach for my two earthly fathers who are long gone... I see them, each so different yet loved. Then, they blow away, missing again. I chase them futilely. The savage wind still blows, across grains of desert sand... I will never know why, never know. Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds blowing in a savage wind. * one of my favorite early poems (maybe it doesn't seem happy, but it includes some of my favorite memories) By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 2, 2012 Second Place in Chris Aechtner's Let the Masks Fall Contest
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