Forgetting
Once long ago I drove off and forgot
my children. They were home, tucked safe in bed.
I was far across town when I noticed
then rushed home at light-speed to retrieve them.
Now I am older, my kids have kids of
their own, and all I forget is myself
or parts of myself in that rhythm of
things that give me dignity, like teeth,
or shoes to protect my feet, or gas to
get me to the DMV to pick up
my handicapped placard, or even the
directions so I don’t get lost on the
freeway, in the canyons, or even in
the damaged depths of my own mind.
Copyright © Mage Bailey | Year Posted 2020
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