Kiwi Konexions: First Memories
"How well the brain locks away in its memory things best forgotten,'' says Glen Taylor in this poem about a first glimpse of the world.
The long aisle of the ward,
Stretching to infinity,
Flanked by white cots,
And high, dark windows.
Tiny eyes peer through bars
And see
White and red clad figures,
Singing carols.
Carrying lamps, on high,
As they walk
Down the aisle.
Much larger in my mind
Than reality reveals.
No memory of the scalding pain,
No trauma,
No fear of doctors,
Skin grafts, dressings, nurses.
Just the sight and sound
Of angels, on that night,
Singing carols.
How well the brain
Locks away in its memory
Things best forgotten.
Or did a kinder hand
Remove the pain from recollection.
Glen Taylor.
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