Author's Note: Today's post was inspired by the things we forget about. This poem only skims the top of what a lot of us forget.
Forgotten words that hurt so deep,
that they left distinguished damage.
Forgotten memories that once
So memorable and were vocally repeated.
Forgotten clothes that were loved
And worn day in and out.
Forgotten books that lay
Deserted upon their shelves.
Forgotten gardens once beautiful,
Now over grown with weeds.
Forgotten homes that
Are collapsing on themselves .
Forgotten family members
That don't want to be remembered.
Forgotten lovers,
That we have no reason to remember.
Forgotten birthdays ,
That we are expected to remember.
Forgotten writing that lays somewhere
Unfinished, and catching dust.
forgotten dishes from the day before,
That no one had time to wash.
Forgotten expectations that
Were lost because we're in a hurry.
Forgotten dreams that
We failed to follow in our teens.
Forgotten events in history
That are supposed to be note worthy.
Forgotten passion of things
We once loved to do.
Forgotten poem of the forgotten
that shows we forget a lot.
written ny Evelyn Creon
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