Inspiration from another blogger about the need in writers to write. I post this here simply to hope that I inspire another to write about something you feel you really want to say, or need to get out. It can be cathartic, and therapeutic, believe me. A writer MUST write, in more ways than one.

This poem was written 3 years ago, and came out of the blue from a writing group exercise, but once it was finished in about 10 minutes, it was complete:

I DON’T WANT TO REMEMBER HIM

I don’t want to remember him.

How we sat in his kitchen,

His son, my friend and I, with him

over coffee

and laughed until midnight.

I don’t want to; not now.

 

I don’t want to remember him.

The night my car broke down,

he came out and towed me back

to his garage. In the pit

we worked until 2am.

On that freezing night

until that clutch was fixed.

I don’t want to; not now.

 

I don’t want to remember him.

How he laughed and laughed

at my Halloween costume;

A home-made ‘Cousin It’,

and joined in the fun.

The coolest dad I knew then.

I don’t want to; not now.

 

I don’t want to remember him.

How his daughter, in our band,

practising in his attic,

wanted to sing “Oh, Daddy” to him.

I don’t want to; not now.

 

Not now I know

what things he did,

in the dark,

to his own children.

 

5/11/09.

Grace be with you.