Like the song, I ask where all the flowers have gone.
Where are the people that were part of my life growing up as a babe and young boy?
I know the answer; they have slipped away into a memory
I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.
Next the teenage years and a lot of the same people are there; but there’s new ones too.
They were priming me for the new adult life and the first loves of a teen. It was happy anxiety.
Those people and the girls have all slipped away into memories.
I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.
As a young man the 7 seas were going to be my home and I married a young lady to keep my house.
We had one child and finally four growing up and out of the home. They all have a spouse of their own.
Those children raised me! The wife and I drew apart and the family all slipped away into memories.
I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.
Aging as people do, I found a few friends; the kids were all far away and I turned to writing as an outlet.
Nothing was ever published, but that didn’t matter; the writing was for my benefit, no one else’s.
One day the Doctor told me I would soon lose my memories and after a while I would finally die.
So now I write even more of my memories, so I can remember them; so I should be happy.
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/7
We’re going deep this week over at Trifecta, where we’ve been tasked with using the third definition of ‘deep’ from the Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary in a story of between 33 and 333 words.
The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – # 87
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