I Remember

Prompt 1 - a memory; real or imagined

I remember tomorrow and the day
three months ahead,
I remember our talking
and the things that you said.

I remember my grandmother
and how she told me
that yesterday is but
tomorrow's memory.

I remember the day
before the day she died
and she thanked me for
things I had never yet tried.

I remember her telling me
to listen to my dad
when he was beyond speaking,
and to not be too sad.

I remember once thinking
that I lived in reverse,
and wondered if it
was really a curse.

I've never remembered
days in advance
for when people should die
or numbers of chance.

Time cycles by without
a conscious clear knowing
but then when I do,
tis like reaping without sowing.

Deja vu in an inside out way,
an understanding, of things making sense,
remembering the yet unwritten,
a sort of future-past tense.

I remember the feelings
when his ashes I'll lay
beneath that oak tree,
and the words I will say.

It is strange, and I know it.
It's odd, which is why
I've never written about it--
never thought I would try.

Yet as I write this
I am remembering a thought
that it wouldn't be in verse-
for I'd be too distraught.

And I am, feeling splayed open,
vulnerable, scared.
But also releived
that I've finally dared.

I remember.
Indeed, I do.
... ... ... ...
Yes, it is true.















Prompt/Week # 1


Title your poem:

I Remember

and then write a poem about a memory, real or imagined.