I see a smiling picture of her
It feels strange to me
I don’t remember her smiling
I mean I do but it’s overshadowed
By the clear memory of her in pain
The unmistakable memory of her in anguish
The distinct memory of her in tears
That’s what’s stuck with me
She smiled sometimes
She laughed sometimes
She had periods of happiness
But it was always interjected with periods of sorrow
Two short intervals of joy
Sandwiching a long stretch of despair
So I know she smiled
Yes she definitely smiled
But I remember her tears
I guess some memories are stronger than others
Some Memories Are Stronger Than Others
Frank Solanki 
What a lovely poem 😊
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Thanks, Michael.
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Some memories are stronger than others, yes Frank, specially those of a loved one. Great evocative poem. ❤️
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Thank you, Anita.
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A pleasure, Frank .
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Some choose to remember the more painful things. Some let these slide into the background over time, and focus on the joyful things.
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I think it’s true that painful memories are stronger than joyful ones.
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Reblogged this on Mihran-Kalaydjian Real Talk.
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