Haunting strains of distant
melody, linger on the edge
of remembrance;
Once loved, with deep
emotional ties.. now slips
quietly into the backstage
of memorabilia;
Searching painfully for
exact recollection.. the frantic
sifting of an age old debris of
cluttered thoughts..
A glimpse, contours of a
well known face come into vision
..how could I have forgotten..
Sweet thoughts warm the edge
of forgetfulness..allowing
forgiveness..a subtle prelude
to the dreams of yesteryear
and the memories of tomorrow
As I hug them close, promising
never to forget ..the cloud once
again returns with its blanket
of senility.
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Adding your comment:
There is something rather special about getting older..when one is young the forgiveness is not always there but as one gets older much more is forgivable 
I am so pleased that your mum is happy though..Many thanks for your comments 
It hasn't been forgotten; it's only been pushed to the back of the closet for awhile...Immaculate imagery once more, my Friend...Lovely penning, Lynne...
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