I remember
Being so young of age I could count
My years on one of my hands
My teacher was gone for the day
So we joined our classmates next door
My teacher was gone
My safety net for a day
I counted the minutes tick by
I ran out of fingers
And then
I ran
Out of hands.
I reach my hand to touch your face
And find your face not there
I long to trace your fingertips –
Your hands are nowhere near
I wish to look into your eyes
And meet your soul with mine
Your image haunts my every dream!
I want to shout and scream
Where are you, in this world?
All I have are thoughts
And sweet reminders of the times
We touched and loved and kissed
I hunger now for you, my love
The memories have to fill
That aching void that never goes
It stays with me through all.
I dreamt of you
The times we shared
You’ve grown a beard
You’ve matured and aged
The years have been too long
But still the echoes of your voice
Haunt my darkest night
I dream of you
Still now I do
I loved you
Through and
Through
With the magic of Google (thank you, Google maps), I was able to locate the exact tree under which I sliced the soft skin of my foot, of which I still bear the scar. I was six years old when I was stood on a broken piece of glass, and all I saw and felt was never-ending blood.
I love that the tree is so well maintained, and clearly loved with that bright red ribbon.
If I close my eyes and travel back, I smell banana yoghurt as well as choc chip, I remember ballet lessons, being left out of my 8 year birthday party (all my friends wanting to play with my sister), a red bicycle, and a broken collarbone. I remember wooden floors and happy times. Sitting in the backseat of the car holding a tea towel over my bleeding foot, all the while it was getting soaked.
And the Friday after my birthday we left school early, moved from my home town, away from my best friend (who for some reason must have not been at my party), and to the big lights of the city (Johannesburg). Away from the beautiful tree, and the best school ever. Jenny, David, Angie.
Colors merge into one
Images melted from
Memories
Running with the wind
Into your embrace –
A moment
Rushing with the thrill
Kissing with passion
I remember
Your face flickers across my mind
Your touch lingers across my flesh
Your kiss savors my nakedness
Our moments merge into one
So clear and yet so
Blurred
My mind tortures me
With memories of time shared –
Always in my heart
I met up recently with an old friend. We last saw each other seventeen years ago. And when I saw her again, I immediately recognized who she was. I recognized her mannerisms, her voice, her personality, her way of being. What I realized is, we remember. Throughout our life we connect with others. And they imprint themselves on us, and we on them. What impressions do we want to leave? How will we be remembered?
How do we want to be remembered?
Poems and Petals 