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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Access Denied</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ofttimes enwrapt in reverie<br>I have a distant memory<br> but I cannot be sure it’s true<br>Of my mother who I barely knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She died so very long ago.<br>There is so much I do not know<br>I only know what I’ve been told<br> and that recedes as I grow old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although I try I can’t recall<br> her face: bring it to mind at all.<br>I feel I should be able to <br>but there is nothing I can do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I wake to find I’ve wept.<br>But I can do nothing but accept.<br>That time’s erased the memory<br>of the face I long to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some faded photographs remain<br>which I look at, try to regain.<br>The memories I have repressed<br>It may be that it’s for best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was so young when mother died.<br>My wants and needs were satisfied.<br>By father and the family<br> and I grew up quite happily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Would mother have been proud of me? <br> I she’d lived long enough to see.<br> The man her little boy grew into.<br>My mother who I barely knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I remember guiltily<br> my mother lost much more than me.<br>The grandchildren she’d never know<br> the chance to see her children grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I still pursue selfishly<br>that one elusive memory.<br>That’s buried somewhere deep inside<br>A need that can’t be satisfied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Perhaps because I’m growing old<br>and only have what I was told<br> to remember mother by.<br>I know I’ll fail but I still try.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">24/07/2009<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413497" data-title="Access Denied de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="Ofttimes enwrapt in reverie I have a distant memory but I cannot be sure it’s true Of my mother who I barely knew. She died so very long ago. There is so much I do not know I only know what I’ve been told and that recedes as I grow old. Al..."></div> </div> </div>
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