Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories short poem

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He is an old man now, no longer tall,
Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head.
Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp,
Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow.
Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.
Eyes once deepest blue no longer shine.
Often I ask myself, who is this man?
I search his face for some sign, some sign.
Where is the man I knew, when I was young,
Where is the lover, the husband, the friend?

He raises his head, his smile is one that shines,
As does his face at the sound of my voice.
He shows great eagerness to take my hand,
To grasp, to press, to hold tight, a childlike
Grip, with such innocence it breaks my heart.
His eyes, not blue, not grey, but in-between,
Like a misty cloud on a summer’s day,
Seek mine, all bewilderment locked within.
Tears spark, as we embrace, no memories
To share now he is an old man – only love.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Tender words for those poignant last moments, when physical attributes and memory fades but love remains


Hello, Gloria. I found your poem very much life-related. The descriptive words are simply well presented in the poem trying to find out whom this man was.
An excellent read that kept me connected through your poem.

Thank you for sharing, well done…Zuzanna



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