Remember

 

Why don't I remember all good things?

When I never forget what was bad?

Why don't I speak of the greatest love

that anyone ever had?

Perhaps I don't remember!

Is it too far away?

No! It's because it's my secret,

and my secret it will stay.

Are all good things a secret?

Is that the reason why,

I seem to remember the saddest things,

Which stand out to make me cry?

I can think about the weddings,

of my beautiful daughter's, three,

And of everything my darling son,

has ever done for me,

The good things come in multitudes,

the bad, few and far between,

Perhaps, that is the reason why,

they stand out and can be seen,

My life is full of wonderful things,

past and present too,

The wonderful things,

my family and friends,

for me, often do,

I should write about wonderful things,

As they have happened to me,

and try not to remember, the few bad things,

I'll look back, but will not see.

 

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Carole. M. Johnson

c.June 2000

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