Memory is…

A funny thing.

How you recall

The events of 1984

Is not how I

Remember them.

I remember very well

The things you said

And did,

And if your recollections

Veer off in another direction,

Perhaps it’s a guilty conscience

Pacifying  your mind.

Or perhaps your

Memory of those months

is just a figment

of your imagination,

Just as you

Would sometimes be

a figment of mine,

Were it not for four sons

we brought into this world.


They are not a figment of

Anyone’s imagination.


Sandra Lee Smith

January 2009