For today's prompt you need to write a poem about a moment (or moments) you can't remember yourself that are about yourself. I think everyone has these stories about when you were a child, or when you were drunk, or when you were talking in your sleep, or when you were in a coma (hopefully not too many fall into this category actually).
I think I remember it
while knowing I could not.
At least …
Or could I …
What if …
It's an old joke,
dropped on her head
as a baby.
Explains a lot!
'Her' being me of course.
My mother carrying me
up the stony path
to visit friends,
hurrying a little.
She used to live there.
Her skirt fluttered
round stockinged legs,
the path was steep and narrow –
views I never had,
held in her arms.
I feel as if
I felt the thump,
see myself looking up
at her face white and wide-eyed
filling the sky.
I hear her soft cry.
She is helpless
and I'm on the ground.
My head hurts
and my back.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008
I think I remember it
while knowing I could not.
At least …
Or could I …
What if …
It's an old joke,
dropped on her head
as a baby.
Explains a lot!
'Her' being me of course.
My mother carrying me
up the stony path
to visit friends,
hurrying a little.
She used to live there.
Her skirt fluttered
round stockinged legs,
the path was steep and narrow –
views I never had,
held in her arms.
I feel as if
I felt the thump,
see myself looking up
at her face white and wide-eyed
filling the sky.
I hear her soft cry.
She is helpless
and I'm on the ground.
My head hurts
and my back.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008
20-21/4/08
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