Who Will Remember
"Who?" The question sits unanswered
Waiting on my tongue to be free.
Who will remember our time together
When it's just you with no more me?
Will you remember that filter?
As you are quite obsessed.
Or can I tell you a story about
This bible my granny possessed?
Who will remember my memories
If the ones I made no longer have time
Too obsessed with snaps and texts
To listen to me recite a line
From my favorite book of poetry
As I stoke a lock of hair
They're desperate for validation
Not realizing at our age no one will care.
Can I have just a moment, son?
Of your undivided gaze
Can I tell you about the time
I got lost in a Halloween maze?
Can I take you to one this year so we
Can make memories of our own?
I promise to listen to every word
Of you gushing on the way home.
Just one more time I ask,
Who'll remember my memories
When I'm not here to tell the tale?
Will you have paid enough attention to me
Or the way that filter makes you pale?
I'd like to hold your hand across the table
The way my granny and I used to
As she told me all the stories
Of what her mother used to do
But holding hands and talking seems
Like a thing of our past
When memes and friends and silliness
Seem to be such a blast.
Can I have a little time before
You're grown and move away
To give you all of my memories
And be the reason that you stay.