CONVERSATIONS, a poem

I wish I could play back

          My conversations with Ginger

          We had many happy ones

          About films, novels, children

          Politics and the world

          I wish I had recordings

          Of those conversations

          I can’t remember them

          In detail

          They were words spoken

          And enjoyed

          Gone like the momentary

          Licking of an ice cream cone

          Or sipping an Irish whiskey

          On a damp, cold, winter evening

          I wish I could reach into my mind

          Or brain to sort through

          Those tens of thousands

of conversations

          To replay them at will

          I have clears memories

          Of slices of sentences

          From Ginger, from my mother

          From others in my life

          Most positive, some negative

I wish I could play back

          My conversations with Ginger