Homework, said my teacher,
Is to write a poem,
About your fondest
Childhood memory
Immediately, I began to shake
And within minutes
A cold sweat had
Come over me
I had dreaded,
Absolutely dreaded,
This day,
This moment in time.
I thought perhaps
I might find an excuse
Such as dogs dying
Or broken water pipes
I wondered
If I dropped the course
Would I get
A rebate?
And then
It dawned on me
The perfect line...
I'm afraid
I've had amnesia
All these years.
Dee, this is a very interesting read. My first impression was - a fear of writing and personal expression. Of course after reading your last stanza, I read it again. Now there is something deeper; something personal, familial. This is a mark of good poetry - to leave the reading guessing? love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I stepped into this poem and felt a real sadness, how then did I also relate I understand this feeling, Thankyou I hope that the years will heal you much Love Duncan
Cute poem. I would love to hear your favorite memory though..ah, ha! Caught ya! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dee, Maybe it's just me... but why does Angie Mae sound like a teacher?