What have we forgotten?

I thought I'd forgotten how to play the dulcimer

I thought I'd forgotten how to play the dulcimer
but here I am, playing in a band and sometimes in the evening
I play to myself, usually something haunting.

I thought I'd forgotten how to crochet but today
I made a street fair boho purse for my daughter
and I might make a few more, I kept the yarn and hooks.

I thought I'd forgotten how to write 
but I sit here every day and words spill out
over the page, sometimes they run over and onto the floor

which I'd forgotten to sweep, so there they tumble
with cat hair and puppy kibble. I'd forgotten
how crazy words can be, when left unattended

or even if they mattered. I thought
I'd forgotten you, but of course you come back
with every new season, especially this season

how I could make you laugh, how you would look at me
and say "I can see you love me, it makes your eyes sparkle."
I've forgotten how I thought that could possibly be enough.