I Remember

I REMEMBER

I remember when I was only THREE
And a total stranger ran off with me.

I remember when I was FOUR
a screaming baby, I wasn’t the only one, any more.

I remember when I was FIVE
Starting at Musters Rd. Infants School West Bridgford, scared alive.

I remember when I was SIX
Our taxi business went bust what a fix.

I remember when I was SEVEN
Thieves killed my pet rabbit, I think it went to heaven.

I remember when I was EIGHT,
Real coal fires in the grate.

I remember when I was NINE,
Playing skipping with my friends, Using the (the clothes line.)

I remember when I was TEN,
The old garden shed, We turned it into a den.

I remember when I was ELEVEN
Having to go to bed at half past seven

I remember when I was TWELVE,
My whip and top I played with it a lot.

I remember when I was THIRTEEN,
Our first TV, set, black and white, to me, the best I’d seen.

I remember when I was FOURTEEN,
My first boyfriend, what a hunk, What a dream.

I remember when I was FIFTEEN,
Starting work, earning money, I was so very keen.

I remember it was all so very long ago,
It feels like a dream.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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November 22, 2012 at 5:18 PM
Pat, congratulation with your featured poem of the week. God Bless, you and your family during the holidays,, always~ PD
Austin Avatar
November 21, 2012 at 11:56 AM
At 83 I can sympathize. Actually, I can barely remember when I was three. Good stuff. Congrats on the selection. daver
Shango Avatar
April 9, 2009 at 11:12 AM
A bildung romans of a poem ever there was one ... and precious memories how sweet they are ... wish I could remember so far back. Love always
Wilson Avatar
April 9, 2009 at 11:05 AM
I like your poem, made me think of when I was growing up down the Meadows in Nottingham. Did you have any family in Cotgrave my wife knew someone with the same surname. God Bless. Leon
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