The Precious Present

Note from Janet: 30 years ago, doctors warned that Sally would be a “blind, crippled vegetable.” Sally from Chandler’s Ford is still recovering from her brain injury.

Sally said writing has helped her survive trauma.

Let’s enjoy Sally’s poem.

The Precious Present by Sally Owens

Feeling sexy wearing my Christian Dior,
That thrill of my lover’s sweet kiss,
Knowing I was precious in my lover’s eyes,
Memories are now made of this.

The confidence that came with being young,
Feeling you are entitled to bliss,
Believing your love helped the world turn around,
Only memories are now made of this.

But this didn’t happen to me in my dotage,
In my twin-set and muted crimplenes,
I was dynamic, ambitious, had so much to live for,
I was in the last year of my teens.

Picture life without this, I ask you to try it,
For all that is past you now miss,
Muddles and mishaps, the sound of strange shadows,
Amnesia is now made of this.

© Sally Owens