I always wanted to remember time.
I’ve trained a natural talent to recall
by taking notes in diaries and rhyme,
and narrating my memories to all.
Specific moments I have tried to freeze
with photographs or lists I made in mind,
reiterating details in degrees
that bored my friends and drove my kids unkind.

And though I’ve known a measure of success,
and recollect more moments than my peers
or parents, even so I must confess
I’ve lost some edges. Sure my honor clears
the mists of time and offers calming grace,
but I can’t summon up my baby’s face.