Memory

I envy you, remembering

The addresses of your childhood

I remember nothing, not even

Grudges or the names of 

Friends and neighbors

If memory is all we have

I have only you and our years

Together, I remember all that

Every touch, every tender moment

Memories like that are my blessing

My consolation for all my unsung past

© Tamara Beck

April 30th, New York City

The daffodils, defeated by the rain,

Can barely hold their heads up,

Stems soaked and heavy, but

With no sun and all this cold,

Scrunching down may well be preferrable

© Tamara Beck