Memory

 

I tried to put you back together—

picking up the scattered bits and

mashing them down with Elmer’s

glue and clear Scotch tape.

 

You always did love collages.

 

Now there is a spectrum of your

life, a story that unfolds as

we look at the sum of your

parts.

 

Maybe I should have done us

a favor and left the wind

to disperse you.

 

Then, at least, I wouldn’t be

bothered with the memories of

you as a sweet innocent, sugary

red drool from a cherry sucker

running down your chin when you

tried to smile.

 

I just hope the glue will

hold where nothing else could,

and maybe if the cracks are glazed well enough

you can sleep at night without complaining

about the wind slipping through you.

Author's Note

I'm sending this in for publication, so if something doesn't make sense or fit into the poem, don't be afraid to let me know.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Wow! This is a very powerful poem with a bit of sadness in it. I think it works well. It is easy to read and the sadness yet a little hope does come through.

Tina