A hundred questions
cross my mind
What was that song dad used to hum?
What college did my mom attend?
Where did Aunt Marge’s friend come from?
I failed to ask
or make a note
of many things
while they were here
just within reach
alive and near.
A hundred questions
cross my mind
About Dad’s mom
who died so young.
I’ve no idea what she died from.
My favorite stories too are gone
The battleship
for whom Dad played
Hail to the Queen
a serenade.
Salts stood attention at the rail
Dad asked them down to
drink and sail.
He went onboard to drink instead.
These questions come
at oddest times
Old photos with the names now gone
A tune, a food, a place, a song
I wonder and will wonder long.
100 QUESTIONS
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6 responses to “100 QUESTIONS”
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Nice poem. I wish I had listened to my Mom’s stories instead of tuning her out.
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Thank you for posting this beautiful poem. It came at the right time for. I just lost my last aunt suddenly. A kind and gentle woman laid to rest yesterday.
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So sorry to hear about your aunt. I forget who said that when a person dies, a whole library is laid to rest.
Take care,
CindyLikeLike
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Me too. So many stories and so much information lost. Love you, Cindy
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Sadly, so true. I remember some things and my sister remembers others. But too many details are lost…
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