Jigsaw Poem by susan brealey

Help me put together
The pieces of my past.
But this isn't jigsaw.
This is my life.

Swing sets and sleepovers.
I remember games.
But all those vulgar things-
I just can't recall.

Tell me about my laughter-
How it never seemed to stop.
Tell me about anything.
Because I need to know.

Send me the ghost of christmas past.
Let me live it again.
So I can remember
What I've forgotten.

Help me piece together
The puzzle of my past.
Yes, my life is jigsaw
One I will complete.