Howard Kerr Poet Lyric

Id Actually Forgotten

It’s the little things,
that remind me of my aunt,
 and how in some unusual way,
she may still be alive,
if only in the memory,
a passing morning train, 
tea bags splaying suddenly, 
from unopened cupboards,
 I’d actually forgotten somehow,
her favourite cup and saucer, 
with cracks down the side,
pictures strewn in drawers,
 redolent of precious moments, 
framed photos in hallways,
 that move without a reason,
car  keys with fobs,
that gather sand  dune blobs, 
onion dome shaped artefacts,
for a chosen  tartan table top,
that  cast away diary, 
which kept the gleam,
in  those expressive eyes of hers

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Regina Elliott June 10, 2024 at 3:46 PM Beauteous lyric poem to your beloved aunt, good friend. I love the ambiance. If this is for the lyric contest, my very best wishes with such a worthy poem. Blessings :)

Sotto Poet June 3, 2024 at 7:54 AM Dear Howard, You wrote a compelling poem on remembrance and how seemingly trivial items and circumstances may evoke memories of a loved Aunt The diction is detailed, resulting in a vivid image. Words like "pictures strewn in drawers," "onion dome shaped artefacts," and "cast away diary" conjure up specific images that add to the general topic of memory.