Poetry: Still Bad but Spontanous this Time

Not too long ago a friend posted something on Facebook I can only call a meme poem. That's not unusual. Lots of people post memes from other places for a variety of reasons but, in the main, they tend to be either political or personal. I have a few friends who post nothing but memes. I generally just click "like" if I agree with the viewpoint or find it amusing. Sometimes I click "like" just to make sure Facebook keeps my friends in my newsfeed.

What he posted was this:

 

 

What he couldn't have guessed is what things it struck in me. My written response  came out in what I can only describe as spontaneous poetry. I do that from time to time.

 

A Child’s Response

The best of you is not gone,

It lingers in my heart

Where you dwell laughing and whole.

It doesn't matter your stories are incomplete now.

I can finish them all the same.

What matters is you are here with me.

It means the world to me.

Please don't worry about remembering.

I will remember for both of us.

For I need to be with you.

No less than you with me.

 

 

 

For you see, I lost my mother to the thrice-cursed, debilitating disease of dementia five years ago.