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Nov 2015
I remember...
I remember, just barely, my first dance with him
When he wasn't in pain and he laughed everyday
I remember, not even a year later, the first time he cried...
Everything fell apart as an avalanche swept over my house taking away all the joy and harmony
I remember the first time visiting him in the hospital
White as a ghost, helpless
I remember sitting next to him as he drifted in and out of sleep thinking
"What happened? Why did this happen?"
I remember not seeing him in the crowd for the first time I preformed on stage and visiting him in the ICU after
I remember
sitting
waiting  
crying
praying, for this to all to stop and for him to become whole again
I remember getting off the bus to an empty house, full of memories
I would give anything to recreate
Family bike rides, climbing trees, TPing the neighbors

That can no longer happen

I remember when the simplest tasks weren't challenges
Whoever thought tying your shoes would inflict such excruciating pain
I remember long road trips, watching sunsets on the beach, and endless boat rides
I remember tea parties, horse back riding and nothing but laughing in between

I Remember

I Remember the day when he became another statistic

I Remember
He remembers
We Remember
Annie Nichol
Written by
Annie Nichol  Chelsea, MI
(Chelsea, MI)   
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