A Plea To My Memories Poem by Quincey Burkhalter

I have a plea to my memories
Please stop bombarding me

Stop ringing me up at 3 in the morning
With a voice as vacant as wind through the trees

Stop popping up in the middle of the day for no reason
Like an unwanted relative that shows up and stays the summer

I am tired of the sadness that weighs me down
Wet and cold like snow on breaking branches

Leave me alone unless you are pleasant
Like a smile from the eyes a child

You are mostly like the credit card company
Reminding me where I have failed and how much I owe

I want the memories that waken me with a heavily beating heart
Excited like a child waiting for cotton candy dreams

I want the memories that flash through my brain
Like pictures from a family photo album

That staged picture where we are all smiles and waves
Our hair in neatly combed and we sit up straight

Are those memories available?