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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to 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.