I Remember.

 

I REMEMBER

 

I remember

when I was seven.

My parents sat me and

my two sisters

on a dreamy couch.

 

I remember

them holding all of our hands.

We were in the sofa store

searching for a perfect couch.

They told us we'll

always be holding their hands

no matter how many

miles apart we are.

 

I remember

when I was thirteen.

My parents sat me

and my two sisters

on our beds.

 

I remember

them holding all of our hands.

I was on my way to a party.

They told us that

they love us

no matter what.

Nothing can change that.

 

I remember

when I was sixteen.

My parents sat me and

my two sisters

on our beanbag chairs.

 

I remember

them holding all of our hands.

I was protesting.

Worried I would be late.

They told us they

support us in every decision we made.

 

I remember

when I was eighteen.

My parents sat me

and my two sisters

at the table.

 

I remember

them holding all of our hands.

I had my bags all packed,

ready to leave home.

They told us they would always

write and call.

 

I remember

when I was twenty-five.

My parents flew across the world.

 

They sat me down,

held my hands.

They looked me in the eyes.

They told me congrats on my first son.

 

I remember

when I was thirty.

My parents called

and requested me to visit them.

 

I remember

they sat me down,

held my hands.

With tears in their eyes,

they told me my younger

sister got into a car accident.

 

Within days she died.

She refused to give her life to the

dark death until her

mommy and daddy

came and held her hands.

They told her they loved her

for the last time.

 

I remember

when I was forty-five.

I saw my mom at my doorsteps.

She sat me down,

held my hands.

 

Oh how I remembered!

That she said

that daddy went to heaven

to meet my sister again.

 

I remember

when I was fifty.

My mom died.

My other sister died along with my mother.

 

All of these years,

I remembered what

they told me so gingerly.

 

Now my children

remember me sitting

them down.

I told them that even

death will not stop

my love for them.

 

I remember

my son sitting down

his children one evening.

He held their hands

and told them he loved them.

-Amy L. Arend

Author's Note

its a bit long and old

Reviews

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

it's the most beautiful poem i have ever read...god you give me the chillls...you are excellent at this! honey, write a book please! you can do it! x0x00x my God what a wonderful but sad and happy poem. you captured everything in this one! x0x00x0x0