A Distant Memory By Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

A Distant Memory
  
All I remember of my youngest years
  
Does not require much space inside my brain:
  
I'm five or six before my life appears
  
So clearly that strong memories remain.
  
There's so much that I yearn to understand
  
About my first few years, but may not learn,
  
Now that they're buried in a foreign land
  
To which I can but fleetingly return ...
  
Mysteriously shrouded from the past
  
Experienced by me so long ago,
  
My mind still wonders how the die was cast
  
On me and asks, is it too late to know?
  
Remembrance of my youngest years may fade,
  
Yet still I yearn for clues to how I'm made. 

Mike Mesterton-Gibbons is a Professor Emeritus at Florida State University who still builds mathematical models of animal behavior. But not teaching means time for writing, especially acrostic sonnets, which have appeared in Grand Little Things, Light, Lighten Up Online, Rat’s Ass Review, The Satirist and other journals. He also writes limericks, several of which have appeared in Britain’s Daily Mail.

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