The Memory Holder

The Memory Holder

A Poem by Debby Carlson

Forgetfulness has made its country your red
Mouth,


And I, the memory holder, cry.
I listen as you speak;
watch each change of expression
and try to decide
if red is your color.

I bleed life upon those lips
trying to give back
what was lost,
but the lines are blurred
  and I don't think

we can ever go home.



(c)dcarlson

© 2011 Debby Carlson


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Debby Carlson
art by Pallas_Living Hope

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all we can do is keep trying Debby and as long as I have breath in my body I will and I will keep hope, something tells me that so will you. A wonderful piece!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Absolutely stunning work love..we all need to voice thi more...so moving! xx

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Debby Carlson
Debby Carlson

Honey Grove, TX



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I'm a writer and when I am not writing, I am thinking about writing. In my spare time, I work full-time as a dietician. I have a loving husband and 9 very active and creative grkiddos. I love God. I l.. more..

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