As children grow older and things do not go as planned, the things to remember, the good times, get harder and harder to recall.

                                   Before I Forget

 I remember.. bubble baths

and lots of laughs,

pillow fights,

playing tag.

Hiding little surprises for you to find.

Trying to teach you to be kind.

First kiss and dance, teasing you.

Nice prom dress and high heel shoes.

………………….

Finding out you sneaked out with your friends.

Having to fill out a police report again.

Siting with you in front of the judge.

Violating your parole and our trust.

Finding out you stole that ring,

the one from your Mom that meant everything.

Seeing that look, like what is all the fuss.

You pawned it off for just a few bucks.

…………………………

Playing tooth fairy and sneaking upstairs.

Hiding the money just under your wet hair.

Siting in the bleachers  so I could see you,

listening to beginning band all three years through.

Helping, no  finishing , your school project so it wouldn’t be late.

Taking all your friends out  so you could skate.

………………………………………………..

Listening to the words that you spat at me,

through the plastic glass now that you are no longer free.

Demanding things like you have the right.

Not understanding that you have chosen this life.

…………………..

I remember……………………..

 We do not have the luxury to choose the life we will be born into yet,

we  do have the ability to make something of the life we are in. Ironbutt

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  • Butterfly Musings on Aug 30, 2010

    Great poem as always, great rhyme and flow

  • Christine Ramsay on Aug 31, 2010

    A really thought provoking piece. We all make choices in life, but how many of those choices are the right ones?

    Christine

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