Good morning, jp1692, Mr. Flipper, and scratchme1010:
When I read your beautiful comments last night while on a critter-care job, I wanted to respond immediately (but my Apple Powerbook doesn't allow responses). Now, on my DELL, back at home, I can reply.
jp1692: I'm sorry about your aunt's death, and to have learned of it just last night. Wishing you and your family peace at a difficult time.
I really like that thought of a "bitter well," where "better" could very well have been construed as a typo. That would surely have put a different slant on the poem's meaning; however, I was drawing a symbolic contrast between the darkness of the mind's perspective of events recalled and the benign vagaries of the heart's recollections -- memories seen through rose-colored glasses. So, the mind and heart are both wells, of a sort, from which to draw memories. I see the heart as a "better well," given the reasons stated above. Just this one poet's viewpoint. Your input is much appreciated!
Mr. Flipper: Yes, we were sorry to hear of both your parent's passing. Whatever the relationship between you and your parents, you will miss them when they are gone, so wrote Maya Angelou. It was a blessing that your mother's position as a Witness did not preclude having a great relationship with you. Your words mean a lot to me. THANKS!
scratchme1010: Thank you, and you're welcome!