Memories Poem by Dana Richardson

The memories,
they help me on my long odyssey.
I remember them as altruistic,
and robust.
I remember being negligent,
running in the way.
Her loving face and hands, sent me to bed,
and he came to check.
I was docile in certain things,
and they helped me learn.
They taught me how to laugh.
They kept me happy, safe, and war, .
We always were together,
and we always had each other.
-Dana Artisse Richardson