To Michael (not forgotten), January 23, 1989 |
By Kathleen Bragle |
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 I stop and catch myself and pause and breathe deeply and REMEMBER Dear baby, your life was real and never to be forgotten! |