Remembering

            Locked away,
            but unrestrained
            and limitless,
            little fuzzy fragile flashbacks
            figured forgotten.

            Forming
            without warning
            whether I am still
            or stirring.

           For some reason
           set aside
           those days I thought had died.
           Perhaps, I am too
           preoccupied
           with remembering.


                     Connie Lakey Martin

                            Nostalgia, Fall/Winter 1987