Selective Memories
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Dementia / who selects our memories ?
Selective Memory
Yesterday's memories
made new again.
never let me forget
I hold onto pieces
of
my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
Who selects these
memory samples?
The smile, the one
dimple
the pinch-able
cheeks.Chin with cleft..
To love you was
so simple.Love
reasoned out in
tantrums and pouts--
Pull the plug
Old water down the
drain
new rain in water
spouts-
transferred hugs-on
memory lane.
I hold onto those
pieces
of my life,fresh new
dresses
twirling
-twirling,hair
curling,
curling - falling
tresses of
festive locks.
I invested in no bad
stock.
We dance in
our memories with
great ambition-
every move precision -
Who made this
decision?
Not aware of why
these memories
were chosen by the
selector to re-main.
I hold onto pieces
of my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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