MY MEMORY
I thought my skin, my bones, my body
were aging - but you should see my memory.
Pea shooters, toy guns, games, fire crackers,
Coney Island, Little League games, school ….
Those were my memories at 13 - but now
at 79, my memory is like a November night….
Clouds gliding by a silver moon, empty trees
scratching the skin of the night sky ….
Birthdays, burials, sights, sounds from trips
and great friends: failures but so many wins….
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019
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