The prompt for yesterday’s poem was to find a book, turn to page 51 and write a poem inspired by a word on that page. I chose Anthony Bidulka‘s When the Saints Go Marching In, one of the last words in the last paragraph is ‘memory’ – here’s my poem:I am looking forward to being old Older Really old Like eighty-six I am looking forward to all the memories Visiting me every day like old friends I hope I can sit by a window Watching clouds and trees and birds While the movies of my past play out behind my eyes I’m savouring all the joy and love and fun And I’m saving it in my head Like old film in rusty canisters I’ll pull them out Cue the film on the projector And spend my last days As I spent my past days With joy and love and fun.
Be Lovely to Each Other,
P.S. Don’t forget to check out Danielle’s new poem at http://thenightisneverblackinthecity.blogspot.ca/