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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A lovely tribute to the lost children and grieving parents of Sandy Hook. This really tugs at the heart. Well done, Ed.