Poetry - Lynn White

Days

As the days go by, I know that

I will remember some of them in their passing.

If only I could choose the ones to remember,

put them on a spike and keep them safe

so I can revisit them with a smile,

while I throw away the rest.

Watch them blow away

in the wind,

uncared for

these days.

But I can’t.

They’re self selecting,

those memories of

my passed days.

Looking back,

it’s the ones

they chose

themselves

that I remember

and I wonder if they

will spike my choices

all my days.

First published in Light Journal June Summer issue - Solitude