Forgetting Something Important

A Poem About My Grandfather

Yesterday I almost forgot,
forgot how you called me: “Boyo”.
Or was it “Boy-o” or “Boy-oh”?
If you’d been a younger man,
of my generation, maybe I’d spell
it “Boi-o” or “Boi-oh”.

But I almost forgot.

Almost fogot the name you called me
as a child. “love you Boyo”. ”Hey Boyo!”
or “here’s a five, go buy us some candy,
Boyo.”

I can hear your voice clearly again, as I remember.
But I almost forgot.

Almost.

But now I wonder, what will I forget?
What priceless memory will slip through
the cracks? What already has?

Better cling tight to this one, snatched
from forgetfulness at the last moment.

”Good catch Boyo!”