A Reminder, Please

For the most part, I have forgotten what I wrote 

yesterday. Oh, I suppose it has something to do
with age. I can say that I am wearing the same
clothes I wore yesterday. I do remember that.

I rarely leave home or have visitors, so where is
the need to change? When the thought randomly
crosses my mind, biology and time tell me that
my beard is longer by some measure than it was

yesterday. So, what’s new? Certainly not the
poetry I wrote last week. Old only gets older
until it fades into the forgotten over time. The
other day I tried remembering a name. It was

the sister of my deceased wife who died before
I met her. My wife talked about her frequently.
Poor thing, she succumbed from anorexia and
depression early on into adulthood. I believe

she was in her mid-thirties or so, some years ago
I grappled with my memory for quite a while, trying
to remember her name. And then out of the blue
one day while occupied with another thing on my

mind, her name came to me, Beverly. And so, I
shall place it here in this piece I am writing today.
Since I write something most everyday, the like-
lihood I shall forget about all this by tomorrow will

be great. In my lifetime of nearly 72-years, as I
recall, I have never personally known a woman
named Beverly, so it is a wonder I could recall
my wife’s sister’s name at all. Today will all too

soon phase into the Cluttered World of my many
yesterdays. And with onset of advancing age
these memories of mine are bound to fade away.
By chance should we talk tomorrow, I beg your

indulgence...Please remind me.

Chris Hanch 11-19-18