I forget why I took them off.
I forget I have them on top of my head.
I forget they are right over my eyes!
I forget where I put my keys
when I'm holding them in my hand,
or stuck in the front door all night long
I lock myself out of my house or car.
To protect myself from forgetting,
I bought five sets of keys
Now there are only two.
I forget what happened to the rest.
I forget where I put important papers:
checkbooks, medical bills, tax receipts.
I forget how to balance my checkbook,
how to do math.
I used to work as a bookkeeper for a big corporation.
How is that?
I put books in the car to return to the library,
forget they are there...
for months
and pay fines I cannot afford.
I forget appointments with the doctor,
my friends, my lover.
So tired of explaining myself when I forget.
I tell little lies instead.
Traffic was bad, an emergency came up,
sorry I couldn't call to let you know.
I forget to look at my hand
For the reminders I have written on my skin.
From moment to moment I forget what day it is.
I look at my calendar first thing in the morning,
last thing at night, throughout the day
to put into my brain what day it is, what I have scheduled.
But, later I forget.
I don't realize until hours after the time passed me by,
Suddenly, something on the radio or TV reminds me
it’s Tuesday, not Friday. It’s 5 p.m. not three.
I run to look at my calendar,
the missed appointment is now going to cost me $50.
Another day I look at my calendar,
see my appointment is for 2 o'clock p.m.
Promptly forgetting, and instead show up at 11 a.m.
This really happened.
At least, I was ahead of time,
I forget where I put the phone just after using it,
only to discover that it is right beside me,
and I wonder how it got there.
I thought I looked there a moment ago.
It wasn't there. I’d swear.
Or was it?
I forget phone numbers.
Why can't I remember them?
I have to look them up in my little black book,
wherever that is!
I tell myself to always put it back in my purse.
Not there.
I look inside my purse over and over again,
not recognizing what is in front of me.
I thought I knew where I was going
from one room to the other.
I forget why, and return to where I was
in order to remember,
and start again, forgetting again.
I forget that I drew money out of my checking account,
a lot of money.
Then, I am shocked for bounced checks fines.
I forget I am cleaning a closet,
and go to do the dishes.
I forget I am doing the dishes
and go to the desk to write myself a note.
I forget I am looking for a pen
and start cleaning out the drawer.
Then remember the mess sitting by the closet
and begin there again.
Then, the pan that is sitting on the stove smokes
Setting off the smoke alarm.
When did I turn on the stove?
Elizabeth Munroz - February 07, 2001
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Note: That was then. This is now. I realize it was not as bad as I believed.
Oh, yes...I understand this!! Like your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ciss!
ReplyDeleteThis post reminded me of my dad....one Sunday morning I walked into the kitchen and my dad was standing there rubbing his head. I asked him what he was doing and he said "I am trying to remember not to forget." Then we both laughed, I have no idea what he was trying to remember, but I clearly remember what he said.
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad, I keep forgetting where I put my jacket everyday...I just can't seem to keep track of it.
It's nice to "see" you, Pumpkin! You made me laugh! As for your jacket, look on your shoulders. ;)
ReplyDeleteMy jackets on my shoulders right now...lol, I just got back from a walk with my son and it was cold outside...
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