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« on: October 20, 2015, 02:24:23 am »
This is a poem of stuff I've kind of forgotten over time, but then tonight, I remembered all of them... a lot of these reference preschool, but some reference times after preschool too.
(NO, MY BROTHER ISN'T DEAD, HE JUST DOESN'T LIKE ROUGH HOUSING ANYMORE.)
Here goes...
Nothing is known, until it is lost
Remember the pattern on the bathroom sink; the one you thought looked like a wolf?
Remember the times that you rough-housed with your brother,
The times that you thought your feet were best friends?
The ones where you thought you were a tiger at the doctor's?
Don't you remember, those sweet little things?
You blew bubbles with your best friend on the play structure at school,
You rolled the hula-hoops down the hill, every single day,
Remember all the friends you had?
The penguin, the sparrow, and the blue bear?
When you watched those simple shows on TV,
That taught you what you knew,
The words I have used, just to speak to you,
Hopefully these little lost memories will come back to your mind,
And when they do,
You'll smile too,
And I'll be proud of you.