Why We Went (MS)

The memories went

and we went with them

to the place where memories go

and people go.

Some say Hades, some say Hell.

Others say Heaven.

Seems anywhere is fine so long as it starts with an H.

Lucky for me, I live in Hamilton.


My father didn't have a special thing

like a coin as a remembrance of lost Poland

My mother had her mother's ring

and wore it all her life

like a veil at a funeral

My sister had a life but it was lost

and I'm sure she went to Heaven

even though I don't believe in Heaven.


As for me I have the letter

from Hamilton Museum

thanking me for the fossil I donated to them

when I was nine.

I always was a fossil.


We were all here once

then we went.

We went because Fate said it's time to go to the

place allocated for you.

If you go to Havana or Hanoi

just watch out for American bombers or spies.

Hawaii has a long waiting list


Nothing lasts

not even the future

nor eternity


I remember a foggy day

where memories disappeared

and when the fog lifted

I knew nothing at all.

It was then I felt most liberated.


Now I have a pretend past

made up of other people's memories.

I have a clear recollection

of Kennedy's assassination

and how I felt

even though I was four at the time.


Somewhere amongst all the pretence though

is the night binding the sun to the day

and love for those I have lost

and will lose

binding me in my genes

to a place called Home.

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  1. UnknownDecember 1, 2020 at 11:55 AM

    Some of my memories live in a part of my brain called the Hippocampus. The Hippocampus controls emotion and stores, processes and retrieves some types of memories. It is another "H" place where memories go.

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