Memory

My grandma used to say
Choice makes us unhappy
We don’t listen to old people anymore
Be good and if you can’t be good be careful.
I worry about the things I don’t quite remember
like they are a bunch of balloons, just a minute ago in my hand
but now floating in the sky.
If you ask me where we ate breakfast
I couldn’t say but I can recall the moment
she was driving me to the airport (no, that doesn’t seem right)
Maybe taking me out for a meal before I returned to school
and she gave me a pin (or a necklace or stone).
She held her hands around mine
and said it’s good to have something to hold when the world scares you.
I remember that.

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Hannah Napier Rosenberg resides in Boston, Massachusetts. She loves writing about magic in the ordinary and is wildly interested in seemingly mundane details of daily life. She sees poetry as a way to commemorate people, moments and experiences. You can check out her some of her other writing online at hannahrowrites.com, find her on Instagram @hannahrowrites, and get in touch via email at hannahrowrites@gmail.com.