Vicki Acquah Poet Verse

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Dementia / who selects our memories ?
 

Selective 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.

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Sara Kendrick July 15, 2014 at 5:55 AM Very expressive and descriptive work..Sara Vicki Acquah July 24, 2015 at 10:36 PM ty 4 saying so Vicki Acquah July 15, 2014 at 8:20 AM Blessings and love *Sara Kendrick Thank you for reading- Yes Alzheimer is very scary... leaving me with questions...as to why we remember certain parts of our lives and not others- which somehow seem more important.