In wintertime, amnesia arrives,
she makes it easy to forget,
to forget that spring will come,
that new life is awaiting in dormancy,
that sunshine will return and coat us,
that humans care about each other.
In winter, I start to forget faces,
the faces I’ve loved,
eyes that are no longer looking into mine,
hugs that I can’t feel anymore,
voices that I can no longer remember,
and I curse mother amnesia, as I pray,
for returned memories,
a piece of advice,
a day spent together.
And then I remember,
in a moment’s brevity,
that they live within me, in my spirit.
My passions, my battles, my joys, my sorrows,
swirl in me, cultivated by their love.
That song which inspires so,
came from her,
That resilience which sustains long days,
came from him.
Pieces of them in me,
I live to honor their memories,
I stand on their shoulders,
And as spring greets me, I remember,
the pieces of them in me.
Who are you remembering this winter?