Friday, April 29, 2011

 I found this poem on my blog reader at I love it. Perfect.

Someday We Won't Remember This

what do you really remember

about being this little kid
photographs and smells
and the stories
little myths
that the big ones tell us until they become
deep grooves across our cortex

but the tiny days of a 4 years old

there is a sadness in this age
if you think too long
about him not recalling
all this
and that
and this particular day in the Spring
of a year
when the stars all aligned
and we talked like people
in love
and in sync
yes you lived inside of me once
yes the world is so big
and inside of your eyes like fire
bursting out to me
I am warmed by this moment
music dumped into the background
I teach you about Lindsey Buckingham and we eat biscuits
and I am as important as Copernicus to you
I make sense of everything for you
I tell you that yes
we revolve around the sun

but only so many times

and we only remember

so many of them


amy turn sharp of little alouette said...

so pleased that you like it! :) thanks so much! -amy

Anonymous said...

Do you sit down and think "hmm, I wonder if I can make Beth cry"? Because the thing is, I *will* cry when I'm no longer utterly verklempt.

Heather Osberg said...

love. love so much i had to link to my blog - hope you're all well, your family is adorable!!! xox