June 13, 2021
I am keenly aware of some of the benefits of living as long as I have. My strength isn’t what it used to be, not that it was all that great to begin with; My eyes sometimes betray me, and my ears—suffice it to say that even with hearing aids, I can sound pretty foolish in a conversation, asking a question that’s just been answered, or offering a comment that has no connection with what has been said around the table.
I got to thinking about this the other day; I’ve talked with too many people whose loved ones slowly slipped into the oblivion of Alzheimer’s or some other dementia. I’m not expecting this; I fully hope to be like Caleb, who at 85 was as vigorous as he was at 45, and ready to conquer the mountain God promised him. I am also aware of the possibilities, and not wanting to leave things unsaid that need to be said, I offer this in honor of Linda.
Before I Forget
We were talking together about nothing particular
when across my mind a stray thought alighted.
“Before I forget,” I said, and told you what had passed my way;
Something I thought you should know.
How often I’ve held thoughts close, sure that I’d remember,
Only to have them slip away unspoken, lost forever.
Cementing in time a fleeting ephemeral thought,
“Before I forget” makes a gift of interruption.
Words once lazily leaned against the walls of our conversations,
Waiting their turn to speak.
Never in a hurry, they loitered.
Now, impatiently they jostle together until one by one,
They slowly drift away
Unless I murmur, “Before I forget.”
I say it more often now;
Thoughts dance and spin across the stage of my mind,
Words and feelings, slippery and evasive,
“Before I forget” holds them on my lips, unlocking my heart.
The love in your eyes,
Sunlight on your hair,
Softness of your touch,
The sound of your voice;
Let me look upon you once more with these aging eyes
Before I forget.
Someday, mind clouded by a shroud of confusion,
The words may not come.
So let me say once more, “I love you,”
Before I forget.
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