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
