Forgetting
20th April 2022

Circles of the forgotten,
ever decreasing,
ever tightening,
press memories of old to the fore.

Raising tears half a century on,
of illness not understood,
of asylum children, and a father,
of straightjackets…

Of another world, another place, another time;
of things we do not mention,
in my family.


Prompt: do not mention

Amalfi Coast, Italy.

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