Whom It May Concern
Remember waking, starting, stupidly young
the promises, the lies, the world’s forked tongue
Remember how you longed for love, and how
you long for love the same way, even now
you know that there’s no cure for loneliness
not even love, let alone happiness
Remember marriage, children, summer holidays
Remember work, remember all the ways
you chose to be defined which were not you –
if there’s a self definable as ‘true’
Then remember prayer, answered or unanswered
(either way, how to tell?). Remember whispered
doubts. Remember the words and images
which led/misled you on your pilgrimage
Remember how you crossed the desert, cursing
Remember how you crossed the desert, hoping
Remember age and illness, letting go
of everything you’d told yourself you know
Remember forgetting the Lord your God decreed
you must remember him, and teach your seed
the stories storing their identity.
And if you read this, please remember me.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.