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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Apr 10, 2014 16:59:50 GMT -6
That You Remember Me
I’ve learned so much throughout my life but there’s much I don’t recall. I know it’s in there somewhere but it’s hard to find it all. It’s not that I’ve forgotten you, or the things I said I’d do; I remember everything but it’s hidden somewhere I can’t see just beyond my view.
You see, there is a shadow where there didn’t used to be, and sometimes when I look right there it just confuses me.
I remember lovely flowers, and songs I used to sing. I remember springtime showers, and rainbows they would bring. I remember movies and who would be the star, but sometimes it’s so hard for me to know just who you are.
I love to watch a baseball game or listen to the birds. I love to tell you secrets. I love to hear your words. I love for you to sit with me; perhaps you’ll hold my hand and tell me that you love me: that I’ll understand.
My mind has ways of taking me where I don’t want to go. I know I know your name, you see; just right now it’s hard for me to think of things I really know, and to know what really is and what may not be so.
Though I might forget you, it’s important that you see just how much it means to me that you remember me.
DME
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Post by Brigid Briton on Apr 10, 2014 17:55:40 GMT -6
Hi Dan,
This is a sad reminder of how many of us have loved ones who suffer from dementia in one form or the other. I think it's a great poem, but I think the rhythm falls off a little in the second to the last verse. I tried reading it aloud and was tripped up on that stanza every time. Perhaps some of our rhyming experts like Reilley, Tim or Deb can offer a little more solid insight on that verse.
Your poem captures the gentle nature of a loved one (as well as your own gentle nature) shining through, a reminder to all of us that patience and compassion are the orders of the day when relating to a loved one with dementia or other memory loss.
A lovely poem.
Brigid
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Post by Reilley on Apr 12, 2014 11:27:09 GMT -6
A poignant piece, full of love and regret. Brigid pointed out the meter flaw, so I do not need to. I felt a similar kind of rhythm issue at the end of the first stanza as well, but maybe that is just me. But I love the point of view look from the inside, that was unique.
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Apr 12, 2014 19:29:46 GMT -6
Thank you very kindly, Brigid and Reilley!
Sincerely,
Dan
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