Droplet

A single drop of memory

A lonely thread from a tapestry

Lost in the void of life

A memory once held so dear

Once loved beyond compare

Forgotten like trivia

Never to be recalled

How lonely this memory must feel

To be tossed aside for something new

Yet by and by he will be ed

By years of life forgotten

Years and years of memory

Obscured by darkness of age

Never to be seen again

If only you had told your tales

Your childhood stories

Maybe now your ancestors

Would carry on those memories

This poem is about how we forget our memories as we age. First as a kid, we forget our infant years, then as a young adult, forget the games we played. Then when we're old, we forget so much of our lives. The ways to make the memories immortal is to tell stories to our children, and their children, and they will carry on our stories that we may not be forgotten. (Writing a book also works, no one has forgotten Laura Ingels)

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