Do You Remember

written for A Touch of Insanity:) - in response to Murders - something happier to read.

Do you remember that Sunday,

in the warm afternoon

Down by the river, near that swampy lagoon?

Where we laughed over our homemade picnick

of sweet tarts and tangerines,

talking about old memories that never quite faded.

How the sun shone so brightly,

and the birds in the trees joined in song

and as we walked to our secret place,

the squirrels danced and played before our feet

guiding us in the glory of the day.

Do you remember how you helped me up when I tripped,

laughing over the broken tree branch?

How you brushed the dirt from my face, and kissed my tiny

scrapes?

And in the fallen leaves of Autumn, I kissed you first

with a blush and a giggle I claimed you were mine,

there on that Sunday down in the woods.

Do you remember the years that followed after,

long lived winters in our tiny little house,

that you built by yourself,

all for me.

Do you remember the cry of a brand new baby,

that would wake us in the dark of the night,

tiny hands, tiny face with big sad eyes searching for our faces.

Do you remember her first birthday,

with the presents and the balloons, and the happy songs we sang.

How she squealed in delight in every moment, and wonder,

Our darling little princess was growing up so quickly.

More years passed with more late nights, filled with tears,

a nightmare, or thirst that could not wait to be quenched,

then soon there were more late nights, where we awoke to silence

and we would tip toe quietly down the hall to see our little girl

with her curly hair splayed around her beautiful hair,

fast asleep and dreaming of happy things.

and in the next room over, was our newest little one,

a little boy for you, with soft downy hair to keep his head warm,

and big hazel eyes just like his daddy. Our prince so small,

so beautiful.

Do you remember the morning we woke up to their laughter,

around the Christmas tree? As Father Christmas had brought them

the most wonderful gifts.

The joy and the wonder, and even the snow. It was such fun

to see them all bundled up.

 

Do you remember the years that past so quickly after that,

as they grew and grew, from tiny little children to adults

almost overnight.

Do you remember that?

Reviews

[Catti*Bre]

OMG hahaha I totally meant to put head.. wow thanks for pointing that out haha.

Thanks :) You have been very helpful :)

[Keira]

Mmk, just one little error needs fixing

"and we would tip toe quietly down the hall to see our little girl

with her curly hair splayed around her beautiful hair,"

Your poem has a wonderful flow and incredible beauty in your images. I particularly loved the intro, just because it was so whimsical, a theme that carried through the piece. It is easy to see the love the speaker has for her family. You do have a talent, it's easily seen, and I loved reading this poem of softness and light instead of the bitter disappointments and hardness of life. The only criticism I would have is that it seems to end so fast, so sharp...as if the poem ran out of steam and just petered out. I would have liked to have seen the growing up described so beautifully as you did the cihldhood. But, then again, that's just me. Overall it was a lovely enjoyable work, and I loved reading it, and look forward to reading more.