The Memory — Summary

An innocence like no other, He plays with his blocks. Tipping and tapping, My sadness, he mocks.

I watch in the distance, As my dearest child plays. I hope I can meet him soon, If I'm lucky, it'll be one of these days.

I had no choice, I was too distraught to look after him. I was so worried, That I'd make his life so unbearably dim.

And as I watch him now, Building his towers and rolling his toy cars, I feel that he is mine, So close, yet so breathtakingly far.

But, why shall I feel so guilty? I never decided to have my life this way. Why are you judging my pain? You'll never understand why I landed this way.

"She's only 18 years old!", they would always bark with their looks, They think me promiscuous, giving birth at this age. But, if only they realised their plain ignorance, It wasn't my choice, and if it was, is it not my life anyway?

So please stop with your judgement, Go find out for yourself, Go ask the man that didn't stop when I screamed, Go ask the monster why he forced himself on me.

The memories will never fade away, Of the day I conceived my son, He'll never know who I am, I hope his new family will shower him with kindness and love.

But, as much as it hurts, I cannot take him to my home, I'm only still coping, Even though I'm drowning on my own.

But, not to worry, My child, I shall return. Though you may never see me, I will always be right beside you, in the shadows and in the earth.

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A young mother watches her little boy play with blocks and toy cars from a distance, unable to be his parent. The speaker, who says she is only eighteen, explains that she gave him up because she was too distraught to care for him, and she fears she would have made his life dim and painful. The poem suggests that he was conceived through rape, and she turns angrily on the people who judge her, insisting the pregnancy was never her choice.

Her feelings pull in several directions. She loves him and feels he is "so close, yet so breathtakingly far." She also feels guilt she doesn't think she deserves, anger at the man who attacked her, and a tired sense of drowning while still trying to cope. The mood is tender but heavy with grief. The ending offers a fragile hope: she promises to return, and says she will stay beside him "in the shadows and in the earth," a line that is ambiguous and slightly haunting.

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