by Jorunn
This ties in well with another recent poem from a different author. What are we going to have in the future to remember ourselves and others? Electrons floating in a cloud? This poem is not about a book, it is about forgotten memories of a grandfather, and how the book was able to re-awaken them. Just as is not merely a book, this is not merely a poem.
Thank you melimelissa and Anon, and thank you RanDog. My first submissions to Lit had British English and Punctuation, and were rejected. I write here at Lit to improve my English. Several other writers who do not have English as their first language write here, and they write very well.
After my parents died, I inherited my childhood home. While cleaning it out for sale, I encountered so many objects like the book in this poem. Bringing back forgotten memories of childhood friends, events, and times of me and my family.