I did the memory test today. It’s hard to believe
that tomorrow I may not know where I am
nor what is the day. Others have passed this way,
none to my knowledge in my family. Sorrow gnaws
the red bone of my heart. The lady at the doctor’s
counter says she is seventy. Her bed-ridden mother,
for whom she seeks medicinal solace is ninety-eight.
Her mind, she says, is as sharp as a needle or a knife,
or a blade of grass. What dreams, I wonder, flit
through her head at night? Does she recall her child
hood with its pigtails, the first young man she kissed,
church on Sundays, the genders carefully segregated,
driving there in the family horse and cart? Thunder rolls
and shakes my world’s foundations; a storm watch,
followed by storm warnings, walks across my tv screen.
Lightning flashes: memories, are they made of this?
Click on the link for Roger’s reading.
2 thoughts on “Memory Test”
I hope you get good results! I think being creative and writing are good ways to keep our brains healthy, but of course, some of it is just genetics.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I think I did them about 10 years back at the same time Clare was getting hers. A standard to check against for future troubles, as the doctor put it. Nurse very upset. She asked me to draw a clock face and I did a digital clock. She wanted a circle with hands.
LikeLiked by 1 person