Here I am at age ninety-eight still trying to scratch
My way back to the womb, the place of my birth
And the time. I’ve heard it said that memory may
Begin in the womb. That maybe so, for its worth.
Should that be, I thought it important to me, until,
I gave it a bit more thought. What ever came about
To tear my mother and father apart is most likely,
Much better forgot; I’ll go back, to age ninety-eight.
There, I’ve drawn smarts from my account of gains
Through the years by deposits of forgives and forgets.
Those moves that I’ve made, I will not ever regret.
Nor ever forget what I’ve learned in just ninety-eight.
Ninety-eight have past, I will take what I’ve gained
Through my life time deposits and share it all through
The recall of my memories. To my Mother and Father
Who are no longer apart ~ I will be with you in our time.
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
August 17, 2013