If Memory Serves Me Well Poem by Suzette Richards
If Memory Serves Me Well
Collated papers filed and the bills paid
as the kettle whistled invitingly.
My son's laughter drifting in through the window—
I have forgotten to close the billowing drapes.
A sempiteral tableau.
An ephemeral scene crowds in:
The loud curtains tucking at my memory;
my son's voice trapped in distress.
The kettle whimpered as it boiled dry—
old papers flutter in my periphery …
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