The list of things to forget
brought me to remember what I’d lost
and not wanted to find ever again --
to pains and aches and broken hearts
of long ago and yesterday,
all coming back.
To write it down becomes remembrance--
I try mourning, again.
falling out of the old Bible
old and tattered, brings fresh tears.
In trying to forget, I remember again
the joys and smiles and songs well sung.
Those notes dull the pain
of what I came here to forget, but
need to remember