Sunday, 4 October 2009

her aide de memoir


she touches
a glass ball –
the Taj Mahal in a snowstorm
bought from a trader
that had never seen snow
and never would
an aide de memoir
that proves she was there
and she remembers a holiday
when I was nine and hated the sun.

I bought her Hogwarts –
plastic spires under winter skies
with battery operated lights –
and she swore she'd been there
after St Mary's but before University
and learned witchcraft
at Rowling's knee

8 comments:

Unknown said...

Oh, my. You made me cry. Again. Lovely, Rachel. Just beautiful.

Olga/Maddie said...

This is quite a great poem. *big smile*

Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*

God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie

spacedlaw said...

Memoires just as fake at the aide...
How suiting.

aims said...

Very sweet. Since it made Stephanie cry I'm wondering if it's about her?

Rachel Green said...

Aims - no, it's not, but I suspect she knows someone with memory loss.

BT said...

A sad poem, beautifully written.

Rachel Green said...

Thank you Gina

Olga/Maddie said...

You're most welcome, my dear. *big smile*

Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*

God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie