Up the hill

My cane strikes the ground

Searching for rubble 

That will steady my hold

Hands shaking, I climb 

Knowing that I have grown weary

Knowing not where I am

Remembering little 

Or rather just enough 

To get by in the climb

Stopping briefly

To relive the few moments

That would suddenly flood my mind

Putting on skits with my cousins in India 

Playing crocodile at recess in Singapore 

Kayaking with my sister in Florida 

Singing to Jesus in Carrboro
Those songs that are the only
Lasting remnants of my mind

And so I sing
As I climb
Pulled up by the same hand
That held me when I was born
That had been my mother my father my sister my brother
That had never let go
Through all of my climb

I look up, and thank God 

That though I am in danger

Of forgetting who I am

He did not let me forget Him.