Dust.
What is left behind the steel gates
Of my memory from ages 1 to 4.
At times in full of regret for this
Others i'm thankful.
What I do remember is not
what I would like to
But I guess it's better than nothing.
Then I remember walking down the street
I remember getting dressed in the morning for the baby sitters
While everyone else goes to school and work
And I guess I stay there.
Then I remember kindergarten
What a leap
I remember the first day of school
I remember "graduation"
But I guess I there was something in between.
Then I remember in the fourth grade
Broadway Junior.
The massacre of my shell
Though it was a small part
I guess it was better then no part at all.
I don't know what happened.
I don't understand what happened.
But know that something did happen.
And I'm grateful for that.
I like the way you structured your writing.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you had powerful wording.
By the way, this writing reminded me a lot
of my childhood.
"Cries" any who only memories are left : )
I can relate to this because I hardly remember anything from my childhood either. I think it was a really bold choice to write a poem. good job
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