Memory is a strange, wonderful, heartwarming, and sometimes heartbreaking thing. Memory is the history of our lives, and like all history, the triumphs and losses are seen differently, depending on who’s telling the story.
I was reminded recently that my first book, Poems From The Edge Of Spring was released six years ago. A long (or short) time ago, depending on your point of view, so I picked it up and strolled down memory lane. While I don’t have my poetry memorized, as I read the words I’d written the memories that inspired them were vividly alive once more.
As it happens, I was given a digital voice recorder about the time Poems From The Edge of Spring was released. I used it once and promptly forgot about it. I don’t really like the sound of my voice when I hear it on recordings. Who does?—unless you’re a performer by nature, of course. But it seemed like serendipity that the two should come together in my mind at the same time, so with no one in the house to listen to my attempts (and there were quite a few), I recorded two of my favorite poems, which happen to deal with memories, both happy and heartbreaking. Hearing a poem read is a bit different from reading it yourself, so I hope you’ll enjoy these efforts and can relate to them with your own memories, and I’d love to hear what you think.