Pieces Of My Memory
I am at loss in my feeble attempt to recall.
The storm has hindered the coming of my memory,
Shattering it into shards from a broken shot-glass.
Ebbing, as it is being washed away by the pouring of the rain.
Yet a few are diluted into the thin air
And are carried back to me by the howling of the wind.
I grab a hold of some and write them down.
-Rachel Ligan (11/29/2004)
