A poem about memory

Forget us not 

For we will always be with you.

Though we have faded in your mind

The essence of our love still remains.

Love, a word reserved for you.

I hope my hands can reach yours and your mothers.

She cares for you with the same care that I held for her.

And hear me in the music you love but may forget

The scores that you neglect only to come back to in tears.

Though I am here always,

My memory visits you shortly in familiar voices and words.

My child left without a goodbye,

Only the sight of fading memories.

But you remain for him,

And you hold my name. 

Be aware of me, 

In the island kitchen in your dreams.

Don’t you remember?

We were there, together.

Grandma put the kettle on. And I was there too.

There was a paper in your Grandad’s hands, I can’t remember what paper he liked. 

But I do forget about you sometimes, Granny.

Your pictures remain but I still go for months without your memory.

I hate that I didn’t know you longer.

I wish I had. 

I grew up with both of my grandmothers suffering from severe memory loss, whether it was due to Alzheimer’s or something else. Though this poem is a bit confusing, I think it communicates some of the feelings I hold due to that experience.

I once had a dream where my grandparents visited me in my family’s kitchen in the Isle of Man. It felt as if I was talking to them consciously in the real world. Though it was a dream, the memory of it is something I hold really dearly.

I associate my Grandma with care and unconditional love. Just like my Mum.

and I associate my Granny with music, grace and kindness. I hold her name as my middle one.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to write again soon.


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