I Cannot Remember Aunt’s Name

My poem today is the other poem that I wrote at Ali Grimshaw’s, poetry ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting event on Tuesday.. Once again it was a privilage to be a part of a wonderful gathering of kindred poets. And I thoroughly reccommend Ali’s Writing Circle programs to all interested poets out there, you will not be disappointed if you decide to attend… You may connect with her site via this link >>
https://flashlightbatteries.blog/.


I Cannot Remember Aunt’s Name


what do I remember

of yesterday

my memory is softened

and in decay

bouquets and birthdays

have left on Santa’s sleigh

I do recall my sister’s banquet

on Boxing Day

and I am not to delay

a trip to my Aunt in Adelaide





Ivor Steven (c) August 2021

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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      2. Hi Deb .. sorry for my late reply .. I’m tired … like everybody else , this lockdown is wearing me out … actually I am so lucky that Frankie is here to keep me company .. ((hugs)) 😍

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  6. Love the rhyme, flow, and emotions of this poem, Ivor! Memories…so grateful for the good ones that stick with us as we become more well-seasoned.
    Beautiful photo!
    Heart-touching song!
    (((HUGS))) to you! 🙂
    PATS and RUBS to Sir Frankie! 🙂

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  14. My aunt is a pillow
    Of long-forgotten snow

    My aunt was a foreigner
    I was always boring her

    Lastly, she left without a trace
    She left in a great deal of haste!

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  16. lovely and what do names really matter, it’s the feeling another gives us when we recall them … they live on in our hearts forever! Only last night I was looking through similar photos at my childhood picnics by the beach …

    these lines resonated with me
    “my memory is softened
    and in decay”

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  17. With that lovely photo to remind you, you will not forget Aunt’s face. A charming nostalgic poem, Ivor. My recall is very slow these days. I have to keep looking at the computer or the atomic clock to remember what day and date it is!

    I am so happy you have Frankie to keep you company! Have a great day! ❤

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  18. I hate it when I forget in this way because I can’t dismiss it from my mind. Then, in the middle if the night I wake up with a jolt when I suddenly remember the name!

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