remember – lizalizaskysaregrey

So many things come to mind when I think of nostalgia. I’m sentimental and slip back in time at the drop of a hat. I find it easy to walk back into a scene, reminisce, look around and smell and feel what’s going on. It’s interesting, as an adult I remember different things, must be my very vivid imagination or things stored in my mind, I didn’t acknowledge the first time around. Maybe at an age I couldn’t comprehend, didn’t understand or just another false memory!

This is my first go at the Daily Prompt Photo Challenge, I don’t know if it should be a stand alone photo but I had to write a little poem to explain Nostalgia 🙂

Nostalgia sleeps upon my bed, he’s slept there many years

Witnessed all the heartbreak, the sadness and the tears

I’d say he’s probably forty five, maybe give a year or two

Those of you who are close to me, he knows your secrets too

My mother helped me make him, as I was seven or eight

I couldn’t do it all by myself, as I had got in such a state

We sewed him up with cotton thread, adding memories

Pink button eyes and matching lips, he was built to please

The velvet is still black as night, he blends in as I sleep

When we made him years ago, we made a guy to keep.

How will I be remembered when I’m gone from this life and only a memory to those who once knew me. This question troubles me because I don’t want to be thought of for my imperfections.

Please don’t remember me because I straightened the sofa cushions after you finished sitting. Remember the conversation we had while you sat there and that I listened intently to you and that I was interested in what you had to say. Know that I cared about you, that I loved you dearly and that I was so proud of you along with the relationship we had with each other, whatever that relationship was.

Please don’t recall my perfectionist ways, I never looked for perfection outside of myself, you were always so perfect. To me you were always amazing and I believe you will truly go all the way. The sun shines out of you and exposes your warm spirit, it’s why I wanted to be with you.

Please don’t think about the fact that I couldn’t sing, remember that I kept trying, and it made you laugh and yes sometimes embarrassed you. We laughed, I laughed and you all laughed with me and sometimes you sang too – I know you revelled in my happiness in those moments as I did yours.

Please don’t think of me as a housewife either, because when I tidied up around you or swept the crumbs from the table while you ate, it was because I wanted to be near you. I wanted to blend with your energies, feel you and care for you.

Please don’t think about my materialist ways, my love of handbags and shoes and need to bring home a shopping bag each trip out. I was confused, in search of beauty, but nothing really ever meant as much as you do to me.

Please remember that we travelled together in each others dreams, we broke through the universe together and anything was possible. Those frightening ones where we worried for each other turned out okay too, didn’t they, we lived another day here together.

Please remember me as a mother, a friend, listener, cook, artist and a lover of life -just remember that our pathways crossed whoever you are. That we complimented each other for a short while here, and that we knew each other was a gift.

Please think of me with a smile on your face and remember that I will always think of you and connect with you in love.

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Nostalgia – DP photo challenge

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