The Diary

In Oscar Wilde’s play, The Importance of Being Earnest, one of his characters says:  “Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.”

In the sonnet below, I was exploring some thoughts related to memories. I tend to be distracted by memory rabbit trails. Whether I’m exploring an aspect of family history and old documents or current family pictures, I sit down with the intent to spend only a set period of time. Then I’m completely engrossed and often amazed how the hours have disappeared before I realize it! All my “good intentions” have been for naught. If you’re like me, perhaps you’ll appreciate the perspective offered in this poem.

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Sonnet: In Memory …

Renée