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Memory

I envy you, remembering

The addresses of your childhood

I remember nothing, not even
Grudges or the names of 
Friends and neighbors
If memory is all we have
I have only you and our years
Together, I remember all that
Every touch, every tender moment
Memories like that are my blessing
My consolation for all my unsung past
© Tamara Beck
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