when a thought becomes a fraction
divided into memory
and everyday fatigue
it settles not happy to remain
will divide again
into dreams and realization
long cerebral passageways
cluttered with electric snapshots
of a life lived long,
thinking was a process
started in the morning
after rinsing mouth and bathing
combed and prepared
opened the mind
some fractions found division harder
and became elongated spools
of tension and agitation
hands that tremor
ever so slightly
as sipping a glass of lemonade,
beneath this mass of
seething activity
normal had almost resumed
old fractions worked
looking at a photo album
your son found in the loft
other debris of a life in one place
gathered and divided
and will be when your
gone
velvetmedia 
i love the title and the memories as well…it’s cool to look through old foto albums and some things will still be when we’re gone..yes
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I like the imagery of thoughts breaking and trembling and remembering of what is “normal” ~ I just hope when I am older that I can stil continue with my “normal” routine and have my memories intact ~
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ugh…heavy feel with this…even fractioned out the weight becomes heavy and ultimately overwelming…the thought of something happening to the son the hardest for me…
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Those thoughts you describe sounds like a sharp pebble in my shoes.. divided they still linger
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