Poems of Myself & Other 3

Memory mother of the Muses: "I remember, I remember", that was my father "and when you are older" holding on/to words for fear of losing his mind, --meaning words " you'll be sorry one day" But I was on a roller coaster and the rides on the house. The question mark was too far out for me nor did those jewels arrayed along the shelves keep me from my rage. I remember too, how my first Poem brought me to my knees.