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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Forgetfulness and Promises

By Justine C. Tajonera

Either way, it's astonishing
of how much of life
we forget
and how much
we remember.

Watching my son
learn how to count
and say his alphabet,
I think of those countless
moments that have
slipped by us,
irrecoverable.

At the end of it all,
all we remember
is what makes
a life.

There are only a few
precious things
in that box.

The things that I've
promised
persist,
day in,
day out.

Could it be that our lives
are the promises
we make?

I stretch out
my hand to you,
sorry for all the things
that I have
not done,

happy that you
are
there
at all.

(Nov. 14, 2009)



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