Sunday, May 3, 2015

In the corner

Stuck in the corner of mind’s memory store
there lie the remains of all gone before
content perhaps or simply depressed
at their sure loss of mobility.

They cannot get up and walk into “now”
and promise to be alive the next day
but no one can say there’ll ere be a time
when constancy is the name of the game.

I miss their presence and simple chit-chat,
the look in their eyes and glorious smiles
but I visit that corner now more than before
to tender my thanks and offer comfort.

They were, they were, sometimes for years
and sometimes for a few precious weeks
but always they’ll be stuck in that corner
for as long as I am so lucky to live.

And I venture to say what a glorious thing
to be stuck in someone’s memory store!