Memory

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

the girl-

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,

ever known,

saw,

and smelled

are packed away,

in my memory.