I promise not to remember
the diagnosis, the doctors.
I will remember summer barbecues
and caravan weekends.
I promise not to remember
the agony, and getting affairs in order.
I will remember Boxing Day parties
wine and signing ABBA.
I promise not to remember
the oxygen, morphine and tubes.
I will remember the tapas and the fine dining,
and one more round of drinks.
I will remember.
I promise.