Memory Bank

'picture this '

There in black and white
with a splash of color
are memories of my life

My memory bank where anytime
I can make a withdrawal without
any fees

Memories-

A child, always worrying
why did I worry so ?
why did you leave us daddy?
do you love me mama?

A teenager, awkward, unsure
looking for acceptance
looking for approval
for friends and lovers

Finding that I was different
scoliosis stopped my sixteenth year
I lay in a cast , crooked teeth
crooked back
crooked life

A young woman wishing my mother
could be proud of me
like she was of my sisters
I had to be the wild child
you see, there is one for each family
in mine, it was me

Memories that make me smile
running through the woods
with my friends for a place to build a fort
to keep the bad guys out

Memories that make me cry
Mama, you are no bother
I will take care of you
you are no bother, Mama
I love you

Death stole you away too soon
I remember the look of
confusion on your face as
you took your last breath

Daddy, I remember finding you
dead in your bed
I said, I am sorry I wasn't here Daddy

You didn't hear me
eyes wide open
glassy stare
shock waves rushing through me

Now I am really alone

Memories-
mama
daddy
sisters
friends, lovers and me

Sometimes the bank overflows
I catch the memories
snap them back in place
deposit them
in the memory bank of my mind
my memories, just mine

Some of these, some
memories
they hurt
blurring my memory bank
with saline , washing it clean

Author's Note

I am sorry this is spur and my mind is cluttered with .. memories
I will be reading you all soon .. just been in a funk .

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Thank you for sharing something so dear to your heart. It is very painful to watch the ones we love pass.

[Shalini Dinesh]

memories of yesteryear often bring nostalgia, we treasure them and words go endless when we start to write about it, this is one such good piece of writing,...

[Elizabeth]

This made me catch my breath and read it again... and again. So many poignant images. Being the child your mother is proud of, your father's saving grace. From start to finish, this piece gripped me and kept a hold.

[Lydia Blackwell]

Ahh- this is beautiful. I have tears all over my face. I was the wild child too. Still am. guess what? We know something everyone else does not.

I am so glad I stopped by here to read. I am all about the memories. I cherish them, I hold onto them, I even hoard them. they are mine and something that no one can ever take from me. Sometimes they are all that you can take with you and all that you have left.

[An owl on the moon]

Such vivid reflections of yesterdays... filled with glimmers of sunlight and covered with painful shadows that linger.. The emotions were so honest and powerful.. near took my breath away..

Written honestly. Relatable for many people. A moment of ovverflowing memories and emotions. Great Piece :)

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

A strong freewrite from a free spirit Chloe. Lifes blows can come from all directions. Sometimes it is hard to see the light. Writing out the darkness, is the poets divine right.

Marvelous write Chloe.

Thinking of you

Tai x

[Gandré]

This is also healing, writing this down... and this was my favorite stanza: Sometimes the bank overflows
I catch the memories
snap them back in place
deposit them
in the memory bank of my mind
my memories, just mine ---------------- so wonderful, so you relive that - and you find healing.. it hurts less.

[Geel]

chloe so much said that spews joys of childhood yet pain from those who have left those who have passed on as i see u as a momma would i am proud of u sweet one
well done

[Ladysue]

Such a wonderful way to look at and place our emotions. So unique this piece, but so creative and heartfelt. This was truly beautiful, though sad...I loved it...