Memories

I stare up at the coils and springs above

Then out at the foilage beyond

Rest my feet on the rod above

Rest my head on the pillow below.

The colours that fill my room:

The yellow of sun, green of leaves

Jewel tones of the stained glass

Dance on the white walls.

I stare at all this; stare

At the dance of colour and light

I want to remember this forever

I imagine the faces and they fill my mind.

I must remember them too.

Time will gradually erase this day

Just as it has erased so many other things.

I know I can not stop it

But I can slow it down.

No doubt I will not remember this room

When I am eighty, old and grey.

I will forget my friends here and

The fun I had. The pictures

In my head will fade.

But I will read this poem again

And recapture some of this day.

July 29,1999