Michael Ainsley Poet Free verse

One of the Best Days of My Life

Before the darkside of my fathers drinking began to loom in the corners of my life                       I remember being lifted onto a barstool at his favorite watering hole in Elmira N.Y.                                            Suddenly a crowd of people had gathered around us                                                                        Then without warning a woman behind the bar handed me a blond Labradore puppy           My father cought the puppy and me in mind air as we fell backwards                                       The entire crowd roared with laughter and that was one of the best days of my life                        Sometimes you forget memories like that when things get bad                                                      And the people you love begin to let you down one time to ofton                                                    Years later I Learned the woman in the bar and my father were more than friends                          And my mothers crazy out bursts were not so crazy after all                                                                              Still you have to forgive or lose your mind asking yourself why                                                        Because most people will tell you"If I knew why I did it I probably wouldn't have done it                     I know it's little concliation but untile we move into a realm of perfection                                       We need to save ourselves by forgiving everyone else

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Allan Koven June 21, 2013 at 3:58 PM Forgiveness. Chapter and Verse the very best answer. And as you said the only way to save ourselves. Really liked this one

Anne-Lise Andresen June 19, 2013 at 5:36 AM - I like this very much Michael !! - It feels so "real" ... a "bit of your inner soul" (?) - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Christine Phillips June 8, 2013 at 6:13 AM Hi Micheal, I like the moral message in this piece.Forgiveness is the best medicine for the soul and this will of course clear the clutters in life.The truth is spoken well in this piece

Duke Beaufort June 6, 2013 at 7:55 PM Very interesting Michael. I guess those who came before us had their own demons. Perhaps, as we understand them, we can forgive. I find, however, that there is always tarnish. I have never been able to completely forgive the abusers in my life. To the extent that we can break the chains of behavior that go from one generation to the next, that is quite remarkable. And yes, there is never perfection. A nice set of thoughts you have made.

Mario De Paz June 6, 2013 at 7:13 AM We need to save ourselves by forgiving everyone else: these last words descrive at best the true background of the poem, where a sad fact of life assumes a nice meaning....

Sasha Maharaj June 5, 2013 at 4:17 AM The best memories turn out to be the saddest ones. thank you for sharing. Trust that you are well :) Michael Ainsley August 18, 2016 at 9:00 AM Thank you Sasha.

Jack Jordan June 4, 2013 at 10:46 AM A fine yet ultimately sad tale well-told, Michael. There's great truth in the last line: forgiving ourselves... Jack