I can't remember when I was born
I guess I was cute
I bet I was snuggly and such a hoot
Rolling around, kicking and screaming
Remember when life didn't have a meaning?
I can't remember when I was really young
The childish behavior
Like sticking out my tongue
Acting silly, being fun,
Remember not being on a run?
I do remember when I was just nine
I wrote quite a few things
My poems were mine
I could write all day and night
I guess I turned out all right
But the little pieces of memory are with me forever
from when I was a baby
or really young
But now i just don't stick out my tongue
A sweet take of the innocent whims of infantile youth slowly metamorphosing into a greater consciousness as time goes by, yet a success to retain, as you put it, 'little pieces of memory', little shards of gold that not even the acid of time may dissolve. A nice read. - K.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it. well written. gets your point across. -miss ann thrope