(Selective) Storage and Retrieval

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Now, it is always good to remember someone with love. Oh, yes, and how! Yet, love, too, sometimes needs to move on. 

As I have said on my blogs many times, remembrance does not mean leaving love behind. Trust the human body, mind and spirit to always find a way, carrying its life force to pastures new so flowers that slept in winter can bloom again if never quite the same but, rather, like reworked pictures and text in a storybook that remains, nevertheless, a firm favourite.

If one quality of the human spirit might be said to  outshine all else, it has to be its capacity for love... in all manner of wonderful ways; loving people, places, animals.... love does not  discriminate.

STORAGE AND RETRIEVAL

I tied my heart

with string, deposited it

in a drawer with a pair of cuff links

and a blond hair

Like a child,

I’d go there just to look

as if contemplating illustrations

in a storybook

I flung open

the drawer (par for love)

and buried my treasure under a pile

of new shirts

Ready to put away

wishful thinking, cufflinks

and hair, cut the string keeping us 

in a time warp

You and me, pages

of a story now all smudged

and yellow where I share my pillow

with another

Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; rev 2019

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the title 'Storage and Retrieval' in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]