Do you still remember
The lavender scent
of home
The smell of spearmint toothpaste
of long-waited mornings
The first note
your mother taught
when you started playing the piano
The self-proclaimed lucky tee
You wore on every football try-out
The book you read
that only let you sleep when dawn came
The song you sang to her
right after asking
"Would you marry me?"
The cry
of your very first child
You may have forgotten
things you were so familiar with
things that were once so evident
But know that
They remained
They were waiting faithfully
For you
They missed you
And I bet they still do
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Do you still remember
The lavender scent
of home
The smell of spearmint toothpaste
of long-waited mornings
The first note
your mother taught
when you started playing the piano
The self-proclaimed lucky tee
You wore on every football try-out
The book you read
that only let you sleep when dawn came
The song you sang to her
right after asking
"Would you marry me?"
The cry
of your very first child
You may have forgotten
things you were so familiar with
things that were once so evident
But know that
They remained
They were waiting faithfully
For you
They missed you
And I bet they still do
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