The Story of Our Lives

Miklos Szüts pinterest.com

Miklos Szüts           pinterest.com

Who will remember
what we never told them?
All we spoke of was our today
the details of which they found
boring as yesterday’s newscast
but which they always said
they wanted to hear

Far as they remember
we had no past memories
nor had we any future dreams
since we were wrapped in theirs
they were our morning sunrise
they were evening’s sunset
until they disappeared

all capped and gowned
in pursuit of their dreams
A doctor home for the holiday
A lawyer’s postcard from Cabos
Do you think they’ll remember
what we never told them?
The story of our lives

“This is the story of our lives, a short story, a page or a page
         and a half.
Eight days after the summer solstice,
Hard frost this morning,
         my life just past my fingertips, drifting, drifting.” ~ Charles Wright

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to The Story of Our Lives

  1. parenting is its own reward

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  2. rivrvlogr says:

    I have so many questions I never asked. Too consumed by the present moment, I squandered a resource that could not last forever.

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