This morning i awoke thinking about this poem it, I wrote it down and then looked back at the original. I realised that my memory of it is skewed and what I thought I had written originally is actually what I think now. So I wrote them both to marvel at the fallibility of memory but also how this can occur in the service of who we have become.
Rules are there to be broken mistakes are there to be made;rules they all make and mistakes we all make and our memories of this they won’t fade. Ez June 1995
Rules are there to be broken,
mistakes, there to be made.
Rules we all break,
Mistakes we all make,
Memories with time will fade.
Esther December 2020
Mum’s the word 