Remembering You

Today, I found some pictures of my childhood. The memories of so long ago it seems, but really was only a couple of years ago.

 

This one picture of you really spoke to me, it brought back a lot of memories.

You were holding me tight in your arms with a small smile on your face.

 

I was in a blue dress, flowers were delicately stitched on the fabric so neatly.

You had long hair, which I always remembering you having and a white beard down to your chin. You were wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants.

 

I looked about two, so small in your embrace, so young and knowing nothing about the world that didn’t have you in it.

 

And now at 14 still young and now a teen, I’m struggling to remember what life was like two years ago when you were here.

 

I’m starting to forget all the stories you told that made me laugh uncontrollably. I can’t remember the way your eyes looked all I remember is the being a nice shade of blue and lighting up when you smiled or laughed.

 

I remember always being able to come to you if I needed to talk or for you to fix something of mine that was broken, you were the handyman of the family.

 

I remember when I was seven or so we had just moved to live with you and gram. We found a roughed up blue bike that still worked on the side of the road for garbage, you taught me how to ride it without training wheels. You told me to try riding on the grass in case I fell and skinned my knee. I practiced and practiced with you, until I finally got it and I smiled so wide when I did.

 

I think it’s my favorite memory.

 

I remember every time I got a report card and I showed it to you, you would give me a dollar for having straight A’s. I don’t think it was the satisfactory of getting the dollar that made me happy, no, it was knowing you were proud of me that filled me with joy and hope and knowing I could be someone or somebody someday if I worked hard and put my mind to something I’m passionate about.

 

I miss you every single second of the day and maybe someday this pain that I have will go away but the only thing that matters to me is remembering you, and all that you did in your own special way.

This poem is about: 
My family

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