Hidden Memories

It is only an eye exam I
Search for a reason to
Feel so anxious eye drops
And fancy equipment
Pleasantries spoken with
Clipped words that lack
Empathy
Through it all I suddenly
Fall backward into my childhood
It is not me sitting in this chair
Faced with all the examining tools
It is my mother and I am waiting
Small and anxious, unseen
Sitting in the darkened room
On an uncomfortable chair
Hidden memories revealed
My anxiousness at this cool
Uncaring hand
I ask him if I should take vocal
Lessons? He replies impatiently
I don't know what you're talking
About!
I mention Andrea Bocelli and with
A force of words that strike he states
You are not going blind
He doesnot convince me nor does he
Calm my fears
I know my mother's story and he is
Ignorant of my fears.

written by Pauline
copyright 2006