Television Screen--Is That Really Me?

My childhood is a blur,

Playing on that old television screen.

You know, that big, bulky one,

That isn't as good as it used seem.

I can only see bits and pieces of my childhood

On that outdated television screen,

But those seconds when the static fades just enough to see...

Those seconds are what means the world to me.

Remember those days,

When you laughed and cried with me?

Remember those days

That we can still faintly see?

You taught me so well,

Made me who I'm supposed to be.

Now watching those old videos

I can't believe that girl used to be me.

To preserve those old memories,

Those thoughts and feelings to share,

I began to write a story

For all of you who care.

I knew my brain would fail me

One day years from now.

So I wrote things as they happened,

The way they seemed and how.

My story consists of poems,

Some simple, some complex.

But all that really matters

Is who that it affects.

Some parts may not make sense

And I know they never will,

Not until your writing like me

On that peeling windowsill.

The tears on the pages

May smear all the lines,

But those are the most real poems,

Not just the ones that rhyme.

From reading all my poems

You'll know what you need to know,

That I'm still "Daddy's girl" at heart

With mommy's do-and-don't smarts.

I may be an adult now,

But I'm still that girl playing on the screen.

What you see is what you get,

Even when things aren't what they seem.

I will always continue growing

And even as I do,

I'll continue to compose a story,

And it just might include you.

My poems are my story

And I'll bask in all its glory.