I try to remember
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?
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