I never want to forget,

The good times, and the bad.

So I write, and I speak,

For a future, hopefully better,

Me.

I first ask the cordial stuff:

“Hello, how was your day?”

Then I get straight to the point

Of what I really have to say.

I always remind

Myself:

“You don’t want to forget!”

I always ask

Myself:

“Remember when this happened?

How about that?”

I don’t want to lose them,

The memories that shaped.

It’s a horrible fear of

Mine,

That these memory walls will one day quake,

And tumble, and be roughly rocked

Towards that endless pool of misery,

Of things already lost.

That pool includes lost

Fathers, lost happiness and hope.

They would be so lonely there,

My memories.

I need them to thrive.

So I write them down, and

This poetry

Shall forever stay alive.

And I will not forget.