Sniff sea air, faces
Yield to the sun like tulips
Green water crashes
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Curled, in a tan ball
hiding from treachery, greed
A seashell in sand.
I Will Remember You
I’m amazing at remembering people’s faces. I once rain into a Junior High School friend 40 years later–and in a different state. I walked into the bakery with my husband, took one look at this woman and asked if her name was Nora. It was. She was certainly out of context, in a different state and far from the miserable school building we attended 40 plus years later.
I may not remember something that was said ten minutes earlier if there is a lot of noise around me but your face? That lives on…..
First, their eyes, eyes can tell a lot about a person. After that, their whole expression/way of acting. Is she just pretending to be nice? I think he’s arrogant, is he? I adore her; I hate him. Sometimes you just get a gut reaction and I have learned to pay close attention to them and follow my gut. The times when I thought I owed the person another chance, I have paid for it. My first impression always seems to be right. Not following my gut? That’s 100 percent my fault.
Names? NO. Faces? ALWAYS.
No tricks, no memory, just really good and prompt improvisation. I have met many people and I used to have a very good memory and would remember someones name immediately and forever. Not Any More. Whether it is age, Fibromyalgia fog, hormones or any combination, it is really hard for me to remember someone’s name (unless they have made a really, special impression on me.)
When my son was little and I got introduced to a team of little guys “Hey, Buddy” worked well. “Sometimes “Hon or Sweetie” came in handy for my daughter’s little girlfriends. But now? I can meet you, shake your hand AND repeat your name out loud and there’s a good chance that in two seconds I will have forgotten it.
The only thing that makes me feel better is that I will always remember your face. Always. Even if I have not seen you in 35 years. My husband still cannot believe that we went to a bakery when we lived in Massachusetts, walked in and I said “Nora?” The woman turned around, she seemed a little flustered, but sure enough she had been my teenage friend in seventh grade back in New York. It had been about 35 years since I had last seen her; at a sleepover birthday party in her parents’ apartment.
So, before you get insulted that I do not remember your name, rest assured when I see you 20 years in the future, in a different state or country, I will know that I know you, by your unique, impressionable, face.