She wants those harsh chisels of time and space
to probe mercilessly into the far recesses of her mind
and scrape away the painful scars that haven't healed;
those mocking memories of turmoil
which they couldn't solve as two
and she canít begin to solve as one.
She wants to forget the fear and distrust
and bone-weary prospect of yet another day
as they piled failure after failure
on top of each other like dry, splitting kindling,
waiting, knowing, but dreading
that burst of flame
which she knew would eventually burn
all their mutual love into smoldering, acrid ashes.
But she wants to remember, please let her recall
the faces of her four young children,
hopeful, trusting, eager and flawless
as they walked hand in hand through the packed snow
on the glimmering shores of Silver Lake,
free and unencumbered by distractions,
relishing the clear Colorado mountain air as it
purged and cleansed and restored them.
She wants to keep fresh in her memory box for all time
their hikes around Fox Mountain to the glacier
on warm summer days,
seeking respite from the heat and frolicking in the snow,
laughing and falling and leaving their angel imprimaturs
on that spotless, untouched, pristine carpet of white.
So while the chisel is at work removing all that is painful,
all that is long-since beyond repair,
let her remember only the good days at that hallowed place,
her shelter, her woodland home, her place of refuge
that she could hardly bear to surrender.
Mariane, I don't really know what to say about this poem. It is so sad, wrenched from the heart of a very hurting person. It paints a very vivid picture of sadness and grief, of hurting, of remembering, squeazing out a bit of happy nostalgia to take away the hurt. The memory of Silver Lake to this person seems like it is a balm to her hurting soul. Did I get the meaning right? Your writings are so filled with emotion. You are a marvellous writer. I am so glad I know you. I have looked over your list of entries and recognize many that I have put on my website. ... I hope you will always have the strength to write, Mariane, throughout your entire time on this earth. You are a blessing to so many. I wish more people would comment on your articles.... I only discovered that you were a FW writer a few months ago.