Remind me again what was so important
that I forgot to send my Mother a birthday card?
Remind me again what was so very pressing
that I didn't have time to call and talk to my Dad one last time?
It's hard to remember what was so significant to my career
that I missed seeing my son hit that home run.
And there must be something wrong with my memory
that the reason laundry and housework made me
miss some very sweet three-year-old giggles.
Is it a genetic defect that doesn't allow me to remember
the reason the payments on the big house and new car
were more important than sitting in a rickety rocker with Granny?
Or why worries over whether I would be in the next layoffs
made me ignore my daughter reaching for my hand when I got home late?
Remind me again of the books on the shelves
that were never read because there were other more "important" things to do.
Remind me of the reasons we ate dinner at different times
so that I could get the promotion... or you could be on the video game longer.
Remind me again why things take priority over people.
Because I keep forgetting.
And the older I get the
more I don't want
to be reminded
of anything
except
those
I love.
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