I remember sunny days walking in the park
And careful fumbling in the dark.
I remember birds in flight flying free across the sky
Blanking out the sun as they fly by
I remember people as a screaming angry throng
Nary a tear was to be shed when they are gone
I remember fire and smoke and ash
And how I would tremble and wait from them to pass
I remember a place that was big and round and blue
And how it was blown askew
I remember love as a sweet and warm embrace
And how I cried over mans fall from grace
I remember the quiet of a stone cold grave
As I cry out how can we be saved
© JPM 9/6/09
* I am not sure about the title of this one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem