My Mother’s Medallion

by mudrhetoric

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The remembrance of an object lost
I recalled only pieces of it
I recalled its outline
Burnished
At least that’s the memory I formed of it

As ages pass
My hands weakly grasp
Those last stands
Of my life before
Lost to me now
And then

All a vague recollection
I can’t remember
It was all forgotten to me
My mind hollowed
My vision reflected
My body refracted
And the dim distance
Of the vagaries of time

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