Friday Fictioneers: My Memories Are Like Shadows

I hear my sisters swimming in the creek
I dive in but when I come up for air
All that remains is the echo of their laughter

There is a boy
I know he grows to be a fine young man
Becomes my husband, the father of my children

But I remember the boy who first kissed me
My eyes are closed and I can feel the fullness of his lips
When I open my eyes, the boy is gone

I see his shadow
With the children
They are playing in the yard

I call to them
But it is dark
The shadows have faded

And with them, my memory


April is National Poetry Month It is my intention to write and post a poem every Wednesday during the month. #npm17

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100 word writing challenge inspired by a picture prompt. Click here to read other stories.


42 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: My Memories Are Like Shadows

  1. Very sad. Suffering from dementia must be a bit like existing in twilight and seeing an shooting star for a fleeting moment. Such moments of lucidity are to be treasured, however brief. You have done well with this piece of writing Dawn — the use of verse for each memory works well in portraying there shadowy presence.


  2. What a beautiful piece, Dawn. I didn’t exactly read this as someone suffering from dementia. It seemed more about losing what once was, and like the shadow, being replaced by a kind of faded presence. Nice work.


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