Am FORCING myself to cross over to the sunny side of the street with an attempt at light verse! :)) K xx

REMEMBER?


I remember to buy bread for breakfast;
I recall the name of the church down the street;
I can recite the French alphabet – well, more or less –
and buy socks the right size for my feet.

But all this is muscular reflex –
head knowledge just doing its thing.
It’s not what creates longing for what then comes next,
and none of it makes my heart sing.

True “memory” is what imprints on the soul,
what senses pick up and then store.
“Remembering” is what gathers together the whole,
creating deep longing for more.

Who can say what soul chooses to make her bouquet,
which happenings impact her the most;
each of us has a unique DNA
which to sweet moments plays such willing host.