Forgetting Things I Can’t Remember

My forgetter

Has forgotten

What I

Can’t remember.

I write on my

Weekly calendar

To remind me of stuff

I need to remember.

Then I forget

To look at it.

And stuff I should have

Done got left undone.

I should write

Some poetry today.

But I sleep in instead,

Till 2:00 O’clock and beyond.

They say that’s

Part of grieving,

Sleeping too much.

Perhaps it is.

But I need to

Get my act together,

And start getting

Things done.

I’ll write that

On my calendar.

Perhaps that will

Remind my forgetter

To get up

And go

Do stuff.

Then I forget.

What day is it?

I ask.

But can’t remember

What I did yesterday.

Days go by,

And weeks go by,

And my calendar

Lies unused on the desk.

Sleep-walking

In the night,

I pass her chair and

Reach to caress her hand.

But the warm place of the one

Who was my loving reminder

Is cold and dark and empty.

Help me Jesus!