	View Cart \| Register \| Login \| Contact Us \| Support \| Site Map

RDI® Poems from Parents

Memory Stream

Drawn by the whispering water,
You pull my hand through the woods
And drink deeply with your eyes.
"It's just like the river near
Pipa's house,"
You tell me, and flickering across your face
Is the memory of another morning,
Another stream, which led us
Under the trees to an empty park filled
Only with the hush of our communion.
With you riding high on my shoulders, or
Piggyback or clinging sidesaddle
(Dotted by kisses and sweet nothings),
Dreamlike we moved as one body
Again, but this time it was I
Who perceived the world through you
While we played and wandered
Around the pond and back
To your grandparents' house,
Where we found everyone
Still asleep.

Many thanks to Karen W., Livonia, MI, for sharing this poem about developing episodic memory with her son.