Friday, 17 March 2017

Yvonne Kent Pateras

A Memory Box

Make a box to hold my memories.
Make it strong and sturdy.
Get a lock and key.
I want to be sure nobody can access,
Nobody but me.

I want to remember everything.
So, come, surprise me.
What can I learn today?
Which flower’s smell gives me pleasure?
Please pray, tell.

Which memory will you unlock
For me today?
All fresh and new.

The memories begin to trickle,
And then they begin to flow.
I fell such relief and utter satisfaction,
As the memory begins to blossom and grow.

We talk and you show me numbers,
I start to remember how to count.
My excitement begins to grow.
How many things have I forgotten?
That’s what I want to know.

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