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My Doggy Ate My Essay by Darren Sardelli | Poetry Foundation

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Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost | Poetry Foundation

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The Promise by Jane Hirshfield | Poetry Foundation

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Zion says, "The LORD has forsaken me, my Lord has forgotten me." Can a woman forget her baby, or disown the child of her womb? Though she might forget, I never could forget you.
-Isaiah 49:14-15

"What It's Like to Lose Your Entire Memory."
-Cosmopolitan

You never remember anything, do you?

How I formed you in your mother's womb;

nursed you; bathed you; taught you to talk;

led you to springs of water?

I sang your name before you were born.

I'm singing your name now.

You're clueless as an infant.

When I tell you to shout for joy,

you hear a bicycle, or a cat.

Sometimes, memories of me come back

like children you forgot you had:

a garden; a bride; an image of  your mother,

your best friend, your brother, or a cop, or snow, or afternoon.

The heavens shout; mountain becomes road;

gardenias burst into song.

Whose are these? you wonder.

Then you forget, and feel forgotten,

like an infant who falls asleep

and wakes up hungry again.

Your mother might forget you, child,

but I never forget.

on the palms of my hands.

I show you trees, I lay you down in the grass,

I shower you with examples of my love-

sex and birds, librarians and life skills, emotions, sunlight, compassion.

Every dawn, every generation,

I have to teach you again:

this is water; this is darkness;

fitting your description;

these are bodily functions;

this is an allergic reaction.

This is your anger.

reminding you to eat.

Turn off the stove.

that I am yours and you are mine. This is you

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Forgetting by Joy Ladin | Poetry Magazine

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Zion says, "The LORD has forsaken me, my Lord has forgotten me." Can a woman forget her baby, or disown the child of her womb? Though she might forget, I never could forget you. -Isaiah 49:14-15 "What It's Like to Lose Your Entire Memory." -Cosmopolitan You never remember anything, do you?