To Remember

A poem about memory

I thought I knew you, but no.
I can't see you well in the daylight
with my flashlight burned out.
Once, when I was younger
and now, I remember
there were children here.
They laughed with cherry cheeks
and blond hair, bobbing up and down
under a veil, to pray at the altar.
Then she kissed him while I,
I cried with loss and love.
I was taller then, I think.
Are you here to take me to school?
I'm ready, shoes shining,
but I haven't had breakfast.
You look familiar, but I...
I need to talk to my mama.
You look a lot like her.
Who are you again?
I'm sorry, I can't hear you
through my tears.