Even Though I Can'T Remember
Even though I can't remember,
I've an ode to the most joyous time.
To address the certain circumstances,
I've put them into rhyme.
I loved the time when I was two,
The one and only year.
It'll never be that good again,
And that is what I fear.
My Mum and I had left my Dad,
And my brother was an egg.
To be just with my Mum again,
I'd give an arm and leg.
~Written in 2001, when I was twelve~
Copyright © Madison Balmont | Year Posted 2009
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