Vague memories

Sad sonnet

Vague memories.

 

My mother died so long ago.

I only have vague memories

So many things I’d like to know.

There is no possibility.

There’s no one left to verify

 the small vignettes that I recall

I can’t be sure although I try.

She died when I was very small

My memories may prove to be

 a blend of fact and fantasy.

I can’t be sure that they are true

 and there is nothing I can do.

I can’t resolve the mystery

 I have outlived my family.

 

Sunday, 18 July 2010

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Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

A good reason to document through word and picture the mundane existence we all know

[luciddreamer]

I really felt this one...beautiful :)

[Bubo]

Such sadness when we cannot know our history, I am in the same position, and sometimes its hard........you have written a heart felt piece of beauty and uncertainty......