The Memory

The memory of us makes me smile The memory of us four The memory of us three The memory of us two And yes, I smile. I smile because when it was four He was here, the father I cherished He kept me safe from the sibling When he couldn’t, I cried And yes, he kept me safe. I smile because when it was three He was here, the father I adored He kept me safe from myself When he couldn’t, I cried And yes, he kept me safe I smile because when it was two He was here, and so was she The parents I know, so beloved Steadfast and timeless And yes, she is in the two He grew sick, so very sick And she forgot about me Because his cancer made him forget me Wounded and broken, we forgot each other And yes, I am one and she is one Has she forgotten his impact Has she forgotten Christ Has she forgotten I am her cuddle baby That when I do things out of character, it isn’t me And yes, the out of character acts are from evil Has she forgotten the devil Has she forgotten evil speaks through others Has she forgotten to ask what good there was When he was dying And yes, he died When The Golden Rule applies It is always, and platinum’s rule is Treat others as they wish to be treated Rather than how *I* wish to be treated And yes, denial prohibits both rules’ use To only look forward is not healthy Layering in the good with the past bad is And knowing what was evil and toxic And placing blame of evil, not each other, is too And yes, I mean healthy What have I forgotten, I wonder Is it her love for him Is it her childhood Is it her career, or her personhood And yes, persons can be forgotten in fragments To have an honest heart, evil should be talked about In terms of how she and I fought through it together For there are regrets when not showing the self In total And yes, persons who hide themselves are broken How much breaking of her did I do How much breaking of me did she do How much breaking did the cancer do How much breaking did evil do And yes, cancer is evil If a good Christian family has the devil’s cancer in it Oughtn’t a good Christian woman to know The devil will strike as they claim a body A person stricken by evil through them is not guilty And yes, the disabled are prime victims of evil The memory of us four makes me cry The memory of us three makes me cry The memory of us two makes me cry The memory of us two long ago makes me smile And yes, because then I was the cuddle baby