Remembering

Margaret Erwin

I cannot bear remembering—
It is too sharp,
The pain.
Always they have said to me
“It cannot come again
So sharply…”
They do not know
That their dear words
Are vain, forever vain—
When I can still be finding
A toy
Where it has lain
These long, long months
Forgotten,
In the canyon,
In the rain.