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
I stop
and catch myself
and pause
and breathe deeply and REMEMBER

Dear baby, your life was real and never to be forgotten!