February 19, 2014 Heavy is My Heart (Tanka) 9 Comments Heavy is my heart My childhood memories Flood into my nights I’m worried I will forget As my dreams, with passing time ~ ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: childhood memories, death, dying, forgetting, poem, remembering, tanka
I always wondered if our gradually extended lifespan has the tradeoff of not being able to remember much of our childhood. I’m always having trouble recalling a lot of that. Reply
I know what you mean and in cases like these I worry that as time goes on I will forget her which I don’t want to do. Reply
That’s crossed my mind a few times. Then again, my other grandmother died a little over 15 years ago and I still remember her.
I always wondered if our gradually extended lifespan has the tradeoff of not being able to remember much of our childhood. I’m always having trouble recalling a lot of that.
I know what you mean and in cases like these I worry that as time goes on I will forget her which I don’t want to do.
That’s crossed my mind a few times. Then again, my other grandmother died a little over 15 years ago and I still remember her.
I guess it is just the way that time and the mind work.
Lovely :)
Thank you so much Morgan. :)
Ohhh, I’ve been thinking about you, Dom, lifting you up in prayer.
You have lifted me up dear friend, thank you so much for thinking about me.
You’re welcome–always.