|On gray winter days|
|By Kathleen Bragle|
|To Michael (not forgotten) January 23, 1989|
|On gray winter days such as these
the memory of such anguish and pain
which were your life/death
seem almost muted.
The once choking pain which was every breath inhaled
now seems to retreat into the past
a vague hurt which
catches me, unprepared, with a dull ache.
The fear of forgetting- of your being forgotten
is suddenly more real
and with horror
and catch myself
and breathe deeply and REMEMBER
Dear baby, your life was real and never to be forgotten!