Someone Stole
I try to remember
yes,
I go back
but there are years, blank years
why is that?
I have a few photos
they don’t speak to me
(maybe I’m a Russian sleeper)
who are these people?
the little girl with blond curls,
the rag dolly she carries by one leg
a defiant expression on her two year old face
a mother, watching, never touching
I should feel something, shouldn’t I?
“Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget”
is it really the Way We Were?
tradition amnesia
shallow roots
hollow words,
echoes of a life
i n c o m p l e t e
I surrender to those dark years
I need to know
In knowing what has been denied
will I find peace?
someone stole my memories
you can keep all the bad stuff
but I want my love memories back
Lynda Filler 