Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Forgive and forget
Forgive and forget I can forgive, and will forgive. I can let live and will let live. I can't forget. not quite, not yet.
Forgive and forget I can forgive, and will forgive. I can let live and will let live. I can't forget. not quite, not yet.
my mother had a saying — I think it was quite common back then — I can forgive but I can’t forget 🙂 people were very good at holding grudges back then; another of mum’s sayings — it wouldn’t pass muster now — ‘that’s all right; I’d do it for a blackfella’ 😦 they were different times —
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Some truth in those old sayings. And yes, different times. My mum was always threatening that if we didn’t behave, she was going to run away with a black man! 😦
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hahahahahahaha
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they had funny ideas back then, Hobbo; thank goodness we’re more enlightened now 🙂
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Sometimes I think I have forgiven. But repeat offences dig up old wounds. I don’t think I am keeping score but there comes a breaking point. Does that make me a grudge holder?
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No. It makes you human!❤
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phew!
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😂
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That’s the hardest part!
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👍
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As I age, I forget a lot.
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Always found forget to be a forgery. How can we white wash memory?
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Quite right Karen. Forgiveness is a different animal altogether, 🙂
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I often debate whether the inability to forget means that I haven’t actually forgiven. But I don’t fret about it… memory prevents repeats!
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😂I think forgiving is easier than forgetting to be honest, for me anyway.
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I fell like I don’t “forgive” so much as accept.
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👍 Mmm.
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Yup 👍🖤
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