Like an Ancient edifice
Sinking into surrounding water
Every year an inch, a foot
The encroaching liquid surges
The Foundation disappears
The first floor windows dissolve
The 2d floor disintegrates
Engulfed by time Rising
Dismantled in this sea of Constant Change
The Story too disperses
Maintained by the Living who Care
Remember
Are connected somehow to this Structure
Survivors dwindling
Soon the waters will swallow up
The remains
Who will apply themselves
To the memory of what will be nothing
more than an immovable surface?
And Why?
Times passes, Memories live on
In a Handful who Recall
Repeat, Remind
Who listens?
D-Day June 6 1944
Beautiful mama!! I listen 🙂
I know you do my Mai, and that is so heartening, your grandfathers would be so proud of you.
You raise a very important question here Keren. I often wonder how the generations to come will remember and pass on the legacy of memories. I am glad my sons are interested in History. I love your metaphor of the waters rising which in turn brought to mind the landings. All that on the 70th anniversary.
I agree with you Andrea, it is also very important to me, as you can see. Thank you for commenting.
Oh Kiki, this timely piece moved me to tears. Just love it. At first, the water theme made me think of “the Tides of Time” and then the photo clinched the deal. Papa est fière de toi!
Tu me vas droit au coeur ma Michele! Merci! xo
Ooops, faute d’orthographe, Papa est fier de toi et moi aussi!
I listen! What a beautiful image of such an unswerving fateful process. Reminds me of Kronos devouring his own children. Purpose? Maybe a new D day will come when all our hearts will rise from the waters in one heart: The Heart of Humanity.
Beautiful Ignacio! Such a heart you have! xo
Beautiful, love the use of water in place of the “sands of time”. Very true about who will remember. Things are not taught to kids now, history is not important in schools anymore.
Dear Tammy! So good to read you here, missing you awfully in town…Thank you!
So powerful, Kiki. Your exquisite use of metaphor provides the link to that which we can’t afford to forget.