Lest I Forget

Write it down, I tell myself, lest I forget.

Something always comes up, gets in the

way of my remembering.

Sometimes, I find, it’s the most simple

things which slip the mind. Write it down,

put it in a place you pass by several times

a day, a place where nothing else gets in

the way, by

the phone, on a table top where it sits

by itself all alone, a flag waving in your

face as you pass frequently on the path

you travel several times on any given

day.

Surely there are more important things

to consider, thoughtful concerns which

interrupt and occupy the mind.

Write it down, a memo reminder to

self. My son comes Tuesday to do some

grocery shopping for me. It’s Monday,

not too soon; not too late.

I open the fridge door, and it hits me

four square in the face—I must add a

large jar of mayonnaise and mustard to

my list.

Now, where was it I put that damn thing?

                    -30-

Chris Hanch 11-29-2020