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A poem about everything I cannot remember. |
I cannot remember my very first steps, My very first word, or my very first laugh. I cannot remember the birth of my sister, The day that it happened or anything after. I cannot remember the first book I read, Or rather was read to me as a child. I cannot remember my first day of school, The things that I learned and the things that I did. I cannot remember a girl named Brittany, Whom I was friends with in Kindergarten, but never saw after. I cannot remember many vacations, Places near and far that I must have visited. I cannot remember the very first song, I played on the piano, nor many right after. I cannot remember the first story I wrote, If it was any good, or if anyone read it. I cannot remember the name of the person Who sat right next to me in first grade. I cannot remember my second grade teacher, Not a name or a face or anything else. I cannot remember the answers of tests, The problems in math, or the questions in literature. I cannot remember what my favorite lunch was, When I was in third grade. I cannot remember the phone number of Amanda, Although she used to call me every single day after school. I cannot remember when I stopped getting kids meals at restaurants, But I almost miss the simplicity of it. I cannot remember the name of any of the teachers, Who taught me in ISP. I cannot remember the day I stopped going to Guitar class, So I could go to the library instead. I cannot remember the first WAVA activity I attended, Or any of the people I met there. I cannot remember the name of my Freshmen Year English Teacher, But I know that I didn't like her very much. I cannot remember the name of the girl I lost to at MusicFest last year, Nor the names of the judges who preferred her songs. I cannot remember the dream I had last night, Whether nice, or scary, or regular it was. I cannot remember many other things, That I'm sure I can't remember. |