The very fact that I can remember is a blessing, at my age. So when they pop up, as you say, mostly when your awaiting sleep, I am nourished as the pictures appear in my mind. I don't turn the page when I know there is an unpleasant one waiting. I try to skip it quickly.
Your poem is so all-encompassing in its narrative regarding good and bad memories and a very pleasant read, regardless of the tears.
Hello and a terrific Thursday morning to you Jaybird1. As always it is a honor and pleasure to read your work. Your words are always heartfelt and full of wisdom. Thank you for sharing and have a great day!
Why is it that when we get to our ages that when you crawl into bed at night and turn out the lights all these memories come rushing in. Good memories and bad ones too. Sometimes it's the same memory over and over, night after night. I really liked your poem! Happy dreaming!
You definitely bring across how hurtful some precious memories can be. Even though we're told not to cling to the past, it's hard to not look back at some memories and feel wistful and nostalgic.
I enjoyed the crisp structure of this poem; crisp but not rigid or stiff. Lovely phrasing and the emotional impact adds a real depth to it. I can relate to your last couplet where you say you'll deal with them another day. Sometimes it's just too hard isn't it?
So much truth in your poem! We all carry happy and sad memories. Sometimes even the happy ones can make us sad because we miss them. And sometimes they make us sad because we cannot change them. Loved how you interpreted this in your poem! xoxo
I guess this may be the way of memories. They come unexpectedly sometimes, especially the unpleasant ones. It would be nice if that when they come that we would indeed have more of the pleasant ones. Thanks for sharing this well written work. Well done!