May 24, 2021.

moments gone cold

i sometimes have cried over the memories lost
the moments gone cold
the ones lost in time and never documented
no matter how sun kissed they felt

the memories of baptist grandmothers
who don't recall just who you are,
their famous biscuit recipe, or how to make the holy oil
that they put on your forehead for good health

the memories of children
that get lost in translation
them making wishes on dandelions and birthday candles from cakes that weren't even theirs
them having dreams so much larger than them

the memories of lost loved ones
unsolved mysteries, ancestry, closure, and heart ache
forever too fresh to put on paper
but so far back in history that it'll never get the chance

i have memories of my mother and sister
i am the only one left to remember them
they feel like secrets, some actually are,
i don't want them to die with me

Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2021-05-25 at 03:09

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The second stanza is topnotch, and I like the "dandelions and birthday candles" of the third. It's always a joy to see one of your poems.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel we all have the thoughts described in the last stanza. Not only for our ancestors, but also for ourselves. You describe it well.

This poem 'rings bells for me' as I had a Babtist grandmother - and Babtist minister great-grandfather. I have very fond memories of that grandmother and the conversations we had when I used to stay with her in childhood.

I enjoyed reading.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nicely written.