IN THE EYES OF MEMORIES

In the Eyes of Memories

Here I am, sometimes stuck in your head

as if I had been glued to your brain

like the day you were married

and said “I do” to your lovely spouse.

Some of your memories have found

a home sweet home,

while others have disappeared

as if a magician waved his wand

like some of your childhood memories

disappeared when you were a baby

and all you cared about was

getting enough of mother’s milk, and sleep.

Memories escaping from jail,

sometimes wanting to be forgotten.

I am your Memory, your Memory Bank,

as I encode, store, and retrieve

the information from and to your brain.

Do you have a special recollection of me

with any of the services I provided to help you,

or at times when I come up empty handed.

Here I go, turning on the recorder,

saving them for a later time.

I am the encyclopedia of your life,

and hope you find me when in need of my services.

In the Eyes of Trouble

If you are looking for trouble,

look no closer, it’s your lucky day,

you have found me, or I have found you,

but no matter what, I am very fond of you.

You may wonder why your car constantly

breaks down, or you get a flat tire,

or you getting injured,

whether a bloody nose one day,

or scrapes and bruises the next day,

or why you have no friends at work

because they all know you are my twin,

nothing but another version of trouble.

You may wonder why everything goes wrong,

but I am just doing my job.

I may be your nemesis,

but I consider you my friend,

and I am not planning on going away anytime soon.

I consider myself lucky to have met you,

and am going to be a friend for life.

I just hope you enjoy your life in hell.

In the Eyes of a Diaper

I am one of those in this small world of ours

that has a very short life span,

the longest portion of my life sitting on a shelf

in a store waiting to be purchased,

and then after I am finally chosen

to go home with my investor,

wait my turn to be selected for duty,

to serve your special needs,

though to those who are wearing me,

they could care less that I am on them,

but to those many mothers and fathers,

I am a God send to them,

the protector of those nasty messes

from escaping to other parts of the house,

places where they are unwanted.

You may say PU when something

is released into my fold,

but I don’t worry about that,

for I was created without a sense of smell,

and after the nasty duty from those wearing me

has been released into my helping hands,

I am taken off from my wearer,

then discarded into a trash can

with a final burial in a landfill.

I am glad that I could help,

doing what I was trained for,

and as always, hope I didn’t disappoint.

In the Eyes of a Headache

I am sure by now that you

know I love causing pain.

It is my specialty, but you also know

I can be avoided if you take care of yourself,

by not drinking too many beers

and other alcoholic drinks of your choosing,

by not knowing someone in your life

who is a pain in the butt,

by getting enough sleep at night,

or maybe not getting hit in the head,

but if you ignore any of these possibilities,

there I will be, going quickly to work,

for I really enjoy my job,

and something I am really good at.

So please, please,

don’t do anything helpful to yourself today,

and I will be there, ready to keep you company,

having so many fond memories

from our past gatherings,

so if you don’t mind me for asking,

please let me know if you had a special moment

with me, and to speed things up, do something crazy,

so we can quickly get together

in order to spend our time reminiscing.

Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, and several other publications. He is the author of ‘On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk,’ ‘The Blood Drives: One Pint Down,’ and ‘Conquer the Mountains,’ and ‘Family Portraits.’