And you remember almost in detail…
What I did as a child and what schools I attended.
Teachers I had.
Who my friends were and what we did.
The old neighborhood and where I use to live.
The swing I swung on…
And my first puppy love?
I appreciate that.
But I don’t remember you at all.
I don’t remember you coming around,
When we had very little to eat.
I don’t remember you…
When my family and I slept on one bed,
And for years we did that as we went to sleep!
I don’t remember you during my latchkey days.
Where were you in the ‘brickyard’,
During that phase?
I only have this to say…
God has blessed me tremendously.
And perhaps not remembering you,
Is one of those blessings!
Who knows?