i know the face
but i’ve misplaced the name
along with my car keys
and that song that goes
la di da di da
you know the one
c’mon help me out here

hey, how about the time
we bought apples at the Acme
i couldn’t get over how delicious
was it September?
i’m trying to remember
don’t all the best apples happen
in September?

your father liked September
back to school with Robert Hall
new jackets
shoes and socks
and don’t forget
pencil cases and book covers
what a damn racket

the cup goes in the cupboard
that’s how i remember
neat trick, huh?
i like tricks
just like a kid
otherwise i’d go in circles all day
looking for corners

Rene ~ January 2012


22 thoughts on “scraps

  1. Thanks everyone. This poem is for Jen, who suffers from Alzheimer's. To be honest I think we suffer for her as she is at the point of her illness where she is utterly delighted by the smallest thing, like rye bread, a dollar bill or a stuffed animal. God bless her if that is so.

  2. Robert Hall … now there's a name from WAY in my past … I can still see the store front in my mind's eye. I remember how my mother could find delight in the simple things, like pie dough on her fingers, her favorite hymn, popcorn and Lawrence Welk. Beautifully written, Rene.

  3. I went back and read this again after seeing your comment about the lady with Alzheimers – what a very poignant and sweet glimpse of her stream of consciousness – you captured her so well, with heart.

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