The night before my surgery
bed rested body
but the sleepless mind fell away
into a soothing reverie of
bananas milk and sugar
As a treat Mom would slice a banana evenly
a succession of sweet ivory coins
into a cereal bowl
add milk
then a sprinkling of sugar
yellowing slightly against
the jumbled islands
a memory completely forgotten for sixty years
resurrected
sweet on my tongue again
What a bittersweet and beautiful poem of remembrances. Thank you for writing and sharing
I love the way your pre-surgery, sleepless mind went deeply into the forgotten memory.
“A succession of sweet ivory coins” jumped right off the page for me.
And, then . . . a memory “sweet on my tongue” again as the last line is very dear.
Thank you for this poem!
Colleen