What Memory of Old Rose Marie Raccioppi what memory of old upon the present takes hold what of yesteryear seizes this moment in fear what shadows the promise of now what is it I must disavow a body confined in suppressive care and truth held back in despair a love expressed and condemnation so young a spirit for such humiliation constricted movement in plaster cast bound feelings to be buried and not to be found yet haunting echoes they ever be creating these two of me one whose spirit yet to tame the other whose body lives the pain when suppression and falsehood be these haunting echoes resound in me in moments of peace and truth I live the silence of self in grace to give.