The Memories Of Tomorrow – A Reflection

This poem titled The Memories Of Tomorrow was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 212 “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

This poem The Memories Of Tomorrow consists of three stanzas with five lines in the first stanza and three lines in the middle stanza and five lines in the last stanza…The featured image I choose is yours truly once more doing a different pose for my free cooking tips section on you tube…Notice that in my crazy sense of humor I see fit to say “No I am not for dinner”…You see a man once told me that he thought I was “very dishy”…That was a compliment from that Irish man…So to avoid confusion I thought it might be wise to say No i’m not for dinner…Hope that makes ya laugh or chuckle…In my own incredible journey of eternity and continued healing my new restricted diet is helping me greatly…I am less bloated now and starting to feel better every day…Today I was able to color my hair and I added some gel to hold my hair back for this pose…Yes tis true I am a poser…I will be forty eight years old this coming August first and it is very true that for many myself included life does indeed begin at forty…I can no longer sing the crazy beloved Irish song about being nearly forty and me hair is turning grey…Sure I will be fifty in a few short years…Time goes by very quickly when you are having fun…I will now quote from Akiane’s amazing poem…”The world is a loud alarm. Puddles of war splash against a short silence. I forget where yesterday was.” Leaving out a part of this poem…Akiane writes at the tender age of eleven…”Secret shelter is offering me comfort, but I am carried to winter primroses, the memories of tomorrow.” This poem really speaks to me because we all bear the scars of war mystically and physically too…For those of us who were horribly abused as I was for many years then many like me bear scars of war…From lips of war hate speech crimes as well as other forms of abuse crimes from what I call the war on all flesh…As my healing process continues I am learning to do as Akiane’s poem suggests and that is to forget about yesterday so as to create new memories day to day no longer dreading what tomorrow might bring…As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my free cooking tips on you tube…I will also share that crazy Irish song about being nearly forty which for me has long since passed me by…This song is sung by The Wolfe Tones an Irish Group I had the pleasure of hearing perform live in Galway as an Irish Lass with my Father and Mother years ago…………Namaste…………

…My new candida free sugar free and alcohol free diet is doing wonders for this little old lady….

Arragh!!! Sure forty has long since passed me by…Tis a sight but I’m alright for the shape I am in…My get up and go has not yet gotten up and left…Ha Ha…