Thursday, November 21, 2013

He Asks Me

He Asks Me

He asks me
again and again
used to be irritating
can be now though
I know why

He can’t remember
anything new as he
describes it so he asks
me again and again
I know why

Yet I can’t truly understand
give thanks for my memory
that I took for granted
I’m not irritated now
I know why

I want to wrap him up 
in a big ball of memory
I want it all to come to 
him who is lost in seconds
Why oh why

He asks me

1 comment:

  1. 0h, this has to be hard, Willow. We really DO need to give thanks for our memories while we have them. How difficult to be continually asked.