Remember
April 9, 2009 | Uncategorized
My dad wanted to see it And I dont know how to get his work Email so I thought I would post it up here XD this poem was a mimic poem assignment and beside the continous words remember Its not anything like her poem. My teacher like it so much she hung it up. This poem is abpout my imaginary friend I had when I was little named Gabrielle she lived in my neighbors shed and everyonce in awhile on a lonely day we would play with “eachother” mostly dolls and adventure games . well now I was a strange child wasn’t I? well here it is!
Remember
Remember golden summer days, with hours just waiting to be wasted away
Remember skies of ocean blue and grass of vibrant green that danced alone with you and your little queen.
Remember skipping hearts of the child whom played with your everyday, watching you whisk away.
Remember golden threads of hair, sway invisible to the wind, remember little grins and scraped chins
Remember beating hearts neither visible but only one appears, together your strong apart you were tears.
Remember swings that swayed one high and one slow. One with her on it and one alone.
Remember slaying dragons and finding toads. Becoming princesses or discovering hidden roads.
Remember you were there and only she could see, remember she was there and it was meant to be.
Remember the skies breaking and the child making games to play, and you promising to her in every way.
Remember made up stories she would tell her parents every day, and you would snicker but her parents couldn’t hear you play.
Remember the lonely girl you played with when no one wished to play with her that day. And you would play what she may.
Remember now, your creator a girl who no longer plays those games, who instead watches your memory, a forgotten fragment of those oh so lonely golden summer days.
5 Responses to “Remember”
well, there is some impressive talent in this family. what i want to know is how come all these creative jeans COMPLETELY skipped over me. i can’t even draw a stick man and can barely write my own name!
By maria on Apr 12, 2009
Excuse me, I meant GENES! if anyone should know that it’s me! Geesh…shows what happens when you don’t proofread.
By maria on Apr 12, 2009
I read this to a friend of mine over the phone, Lainie-Beth, and she ACTUALLY CRIED! She’s such a sensitive soul, anyway.
She and her daughter, Lilith, went with me many, many years ago to see your father dance in “The Nutcracker” in Macon, Georgia. Her daughter was 14, and she fell in love with your dad, who was 21 at the time, and oh so handsome, especially on stage, dancing the part of the prince. The next day we went to church, and there was Lilith with some of her teenage friends, who had also gone to see “The Nutcracker”. “Oh, there’s the PRINCE!!” One of them exclaimed! lilith was so thrilled that she could claim that your father’s mother was friends with her mother.
Anyway, the poem is just lovely, and so touching. Yes, it’s as beautiful as ANYTHING i’ve seen published lately.
By mother on Apr 12, 2009
thank you so much nana
By Alaina on Apr 12, 2009
Maria, you can so draw a perfectly good stick man. I’ve seen your pictures of stick men since the first grade, and they are as good as any stick men I have ever seen anywhere!
By mother on May 7, 2009