NMEMONIC LOVE
by Anton Wills-Eve
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NMEMONIC LOVE
When age and memory start to fail,
Mnemonics are often used to hail
The return to their required places
Of old, forgotten words and faces.
So, if it’s my young grandson’s wedding,
I have to think of curtains and bedding.
Or, as my great grand daughter’s now two,
A double helping of gooey cake should do.
And for Choi Eum, my half-Korean daughter,
Just appointed a headmistress, I thought a
School photo of me, on parchment, would
Remind her I tried to teach her all I could.
For my dear wife, on our golden wedding day,
A special memory is being brought into play.
As I’m getting her a picture of us when young,
Before either could speak the other’s tongue.
Her face always reminds me of our life of love,
She know that I’ll always place her way above
Any person who’s helped me when very ill or sick,
Just picturing her smile is my favourite mnemonic.
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