What If: Not a Poem

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Image: Barmouth, North Wales, Jan Malique

What if I could bring back all that you’d forgotten? Will you smile then, run in fields of glory, be the child bathed in laughter?

Piece by piece assemble the memories of past joys and sorrows. Unveil faded images, lost and now found. Bring back Summers of familial bliss.

Offer a brief glimpse of smiles thrown beguilingly, of tears shed in anger, of sighs whispered in solitude under star laden skies.

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Image: Barmouth, North Wales, Jan Malique

You look at me with hope, a witness to the magician’s art, anticipation growing. What next you ponder, what next to emerge from thin air and dreams?

Such are the things memories are made of. The passage of time wears heavy on the tracks of our lives.

All is not lost, what if I could bring back all that you’d forgotten? Will you smile then, run in fields of glory, be the child bathed in laughter?

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4 thoughts on “What If: Not a Poem

    1. Thank you so much! The sense of loss was quite powerful when writing this piece. In my mind’s eye I could someone who was suffering from dementia and the affect upon a loved one. It is also about the loss experienced on many levels but not giving up our dreams.

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