I remember, I used to remember
Memories play tricks on my aging mind
I make plans for April in December
Still forget if there’s no one to remind.
My lengthy to-do list I cannot find
Now I write with a pencil, not a pen
It is easier on my confused mind
If some sad day I forget you, what then?
One day my memories will fade away
You will know me but I won’t have a clue
I won’t recognise you, but will you stay?
Stick the shattered shards of my mind with glue?
One fine day I might wake up and see you
Will it ease the pain and make you smile too?
-Sulekha
Such an impactful poem. The days do seem to go by in a blur, and it never seems like there’s enough time to accomplish everything I have planned. Keeping my mind in order feels like a gargantuan task.
I am officially a senior citizen now. Forgetfulness scares me at times.
Beautiful poem weaving the trials and tribulations of an aging mind! Planning, confusion, uncertainty – so well captured, Sulekha.
Vinitha, thank you for your lovely comment. From one poet to another 🙂