My memory/His memory/Which memory

Why did you tell me that?
when all I wanted to do to
was go home.

The drive was really long
and the trees didn't go
fast enough.

You were mad.
I know.
Because I am/was demanding.

But now we are parked
in my driveway
of the duplex
with sunken
stained carpet.

And it's my job
to comfort you.
Can I tell you something?
I was
age and I walked everyday to
this house.

The walk wasn't too long
and I rushed
on a lot of errands.

I always knocked and 
handed the cream envelope
of money because it was demanded.

Years later
When I came home 
I finally asked
who the lady was at 
brick apartment with
rusted fire escapes.

So, I am adopted. So
I know hard times,


5 responses to “My memory/His memory/Which memory”

  1. I read this poem and swore; “holy f*#%” your creativity and the depth of your writing is just overwhelming. This is so good, Heidi.

    You’ve inspired me to think of a writing prompt like this for students next year. This is like writing alongside a poem except you’re writing alongside your own words.

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    1. Oh, that would be a cool prompt! Write alongside…thank you for that!

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  2. Heidi, this is a fascinating way to tell a story, with two perspectives. Not to mention the vivid detail. It is haunting and leaves me wanting to know more of the story.

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  3. Oh my goodness! This side by side telling of a memory is brilliant. What you leave in, what you leave out… it’s just enough. I agree with Melanie – this would be an amazing mentor text. Wow.

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  4. This side by side narrative wet my appetite for more. Who are these people? What are their stories? Well done on a captivating slice!

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