Stupid irritating security
questions! I can’t remember the answers!
That’s the problem with having amnesia —
I forget. But not always the same things.
One day I can’t remember the boy’s name
who took me to prom. Next time I forget
my favorite teacher, or my first dog,
but I now know the boy. No guarantees
that I’ll recall what I need when needed.
I don’t even know what breed the dog was.
For a few minutes I think my first dog
was a gray Schnauzer. Then, an hour later,
it’s back — my first dog was a black Lab pup,
mixed with just a pinch of fox terrier,
barely taller than my ankle, wriggling,
struggling, tugging, licking, tickling. Silly
pooch. We got her at my Great-Aunt’s farm,
clouds of dust billowing around the car
as we drove home. My son says, “Write a poem
about our dog now!” Hope I remember.