The Memory Jar – Written Friday 24th April 2020 (Aged 45)

The Memory Jar

in the end
it seems i never knew
my parents
that much at all

as i reach for the memory jar
i knock something and it starts to fall
i reach out
with outstretched arms
and hopeful hands
but i can only watch
when it shatters as it lands

i sign pieces of paper
and it does come down to that
name and date,
pages two and eight, front and back

these people,
these parents
quickly they rush away
as a child i am, once again
i watch them wash away my days
but this time, as they start to leave
and something starts to fade
i reach out for something
but it is not there
they feel distant in their death
and i have no feeling or experience
of which i cannot compare

James Garratt – Friday 24th April 2020

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