When I was four I had my first memory.
Before that all I remmber was darkness-
which scared me.
I made my way out to the living room.
A firl and a women were in there.
The women was my Mom
I don't remember.
I wish I could.
My memories are the one thing I cannot live without,
because my memorie contain everything I am.
I am a advantures girl learning to ride her bike,
I am a acne caked face in elementry school,
I am rivers of tears ; sad, happy, scared, and joyful.
I am a girl, scared of losing everything.
but with my memories I've lost nothing.
in my head I live 365 more days a year-
I am picking flowers while kicking through snow.
My Grandma, who no longer holds my hand lives in my memory.
her laugh echo's, her stories haunt me, and every once in a while I can smell her.
and though that makes me miss her-
she lives forever in my memory.
I who is n longer a toddle, a child, or teen.
all my years learning and growing are written down in volumes
stored in the libary of my mind.
Every birthday I could remember, every first day and last,
all my midstones, friends, summers, and laughs are tattoedin my mind.
I could live without everything-
everything but my memory,
Which I've been growing for 18 years now.
Because everything I've ever loved,
are packed away,
in my memory.