But I dare you forget me


It might have been my eye’s of blue as blue
as a gentle june morning
Or as if my  brown hair will always be
of the angels adorning

The way that the  afternoon sun lay on my forehead
as we sang on the front porch
or the mornings sun laying  on my hands
as if love under an evening torch

But I dare  you forget me

My skinny legs as I skipped down the driveway and boarded the bus
there waiting  and away to the school
the way I was exited on the first day
oh did I feel a fool

It may be the voice that another  child speaks in a crowd
or a certain laugh along the sidewalk
it could have been my accent or the lilting
laugh when I ‘d talk

But I dare you forget me

All the days of your life in one as a fire wanting
to burn down to glowing ember
a million years of memories  burned inside of  one
and your eternal  living  hours  to remember

The soft silent echo of all memory in
the dark and the  tragedy of these long  long nights
and the meaning of a whole life rolled into one
even the memories of our little fights

But I dare you forget me
you and I both know you never will

Authors note ;    I recently watched a documentary about the Sandy Hook School massacre and noticed an underlying  fear that many of the parents seem to individually hold  , That they might somehow forget the better parts of these beautiful  children’s faces , lives , memories  and laughter .   And having survived  a similar life experience long ago  , I can say without one doubt  whatsoever  , fear not , You will never forget !

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

One thought on “But I dare you forget me

  • May 7, 2017 at 5:05 PM
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    A lovely tribute to the lost children and grieving parents of Sandy Hook. This really tugs at the heart. Well done, Ed.

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