A Persian game I used to play
with my mother when I was
nothing but a child fighting over
who would break, the wishbone.
‘I remember you forgot’ she exclaimed
as she handed something to me and I’d forget
to say, I remembered, thus forfeiting
the strategic competition, lack of mental
discipline. Although seldomly I won
growing up I never failed to recall,
these four words in my mind engraved
as if hiding deeper meaning only to compel,
chronic ponderation, acute reflection,
constantly questioning memory to see,
if there is indeed, anything I‘m forgetting.
[Featured painting: Wishbone by P. J. Mills]