I Hope You Remember Me Poem by sharon Genade
I Hope You Remember Me
I hope you remember me when I turn to dust,
Remember I had a soul too,
I liked to walk in the hills and speak of silly things,
I liked to make you smile by being a spoilt princess,
I threw my toys out a lot; I liked it when we sang songs together,
And we went places together, the seaside and walks with dogs,
And bike rides,
I liked blowing bubbles,
And growing vegetables,
And chasing rabbits and talking to guinea pigs,
I was not very patient and quite selfish,
I did not like myself much until one day I did,
And then everything made sense,
Well most of it,
I met you and you met me and it was simply beautiful,
And I am grateful for this,
For sunsets and sunrises,
Little girly giggles and smelly teenage boy niggles,
And bonfires and little sweets,
And wine by the glass,
But mostly for you loving me as me,
For your first time publishing, you've done an AWESOME job! Sharon, being chosen as POD is a huge honour. Congrats! You deserve it!
who can ever forget you just can't even think do read my moms smiles etc poems SG
Congratulations Sharon Genade. This is your signature poem. Keep on writing. That's a beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 10:48:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sweetest, loveliest and loving words for a broken friendship. A true poem of present memories with a tad of pessimistic tune. Quite melancholic input is the first line in this poem, but also excellently done, since that moment the readers'attention is drawn to read the following words and so on, till the final line. Amazingly worded! A 10 Full Score! CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day. Hurray!
Thank you Sylvia for your in depth comment, it is great to see how it is perceived by the reader.
You're most welcome, Sharon.