I use to call you Sue,
And now I know
I still love you.
We use to sit on your bed and talk
Of what we though we would be,
As if by wanting, we could make it so.
I don't know
What became of you,
And I still wonder what of me.
But I just remembered
I still love you
And that will always be.
You went your way
And I went mine,
But If I could back in time...
I'd sit on your bed and say,
"Even when we're old...
To me, you'll still be Sue."
written 2008
Those memories that sometimes leap out from behind time's ethereal skirts and come back into the forefront of consciousness! Lovely sentiments Marla.
Mon 14th Apr 2025 08:03
Marla,
"My Memory of You" is a beautiful, bittersweet reflection on love and time. The clarity of your language gives the poem a quiet power, allowing the emotions to unfold naturally. The memory of sitting on a bed and dreaming about the future captures the innocence of youth, while the lingering feeling of love that remains speaks to the enduring nature of certain connections. The line, "Even when we're old, to me, you'll still be Sue," is both heartwarming and wistful, encapsulating the idea that some bonds, though changed by time, are never fully lost. It’s a lovely tribute to both the passing of time and the love that remains anchored in memory.
Cheerio,
Rolph
Thanks for the likes RBK, Manish, Stephen, Tom and Holden.
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Marla Joy
Mon 14th Apr 2025 21:29
Rolph,
Your commentaries are always so insightful and this one in particular is very touching and encouraging.
Thanks so much. (Cheerio)
Marla