I Remember

I remember seeing a concrete pillar that dwarfed me,
I remember my eyes hurt because the sun was so bright,
I remember feeling the heat from the pavement reach my face,
I remember scribbling loads of woollen balls on my copybook in the classroom,
I remember my mother say to the nun “Well he is four now”,
I remember playing with a red and cream plastic toy in bed because I was sick,
I remember the nun wrapping my brother’s faeces in newspaper 
                  and sending me home with it to give to my mother,
I remember kicking my legs under the bedclothes because it was Christmas Eve,
I remember seeing a ghost outside my bedroom door,
I remember waking up in agony seconds after I was run over by a car on the street,
I remember first falling in love with the young nurse in the hospital; I was nine,
I remember loving going to the dentist because it meant a day off school,
I remember believing that Indians were going to attack my uncle’s farmhouse,
I remember thinking cows were my aunts,
I remember seeing my mother naked,
I remember the way my father looked at me as he entered the room,
I remember crying because my mother said no,
I remember being lost in Galway,
I remember being found by my mother and she laughed and stroked my hair,
I remember my granny going into town and coming back with a silver gun for me,
I remember my father hitting me,
I remember serving mass and feeling important,
I remember the granny nun, who used to let me sit on her knee,
I remember being afraid of my teacher,
I remember my first lie,
I remember the lie was about sins I never committed but I admitted them to satisfy the 
                  priest,
I remember my real sins, like stealing money from my mothers jar,
I remember feeling that I was a bad person,
I remember feeling ugly,
I remember feeling dirty,
I remember feeling hope secretly,
I remember planning to run away with my brother,
I remember promising to myself that I will never forget,

Memories matter.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Fringe Avatar
February 9, 2010 at 7:49 PM
I luv the one about confessing sins you were not guilty of. Made me laugh. Good write. David
Chircop Avatar
February 7, 2010 at 2:04 PM
Its all about Memories..and memories never end,,beautiful poem,great you and your style,,Charma
Chircop Avatar
February 7, 2010 at 2:04 PM
Its all about Memories..and memories never end,,beautiful poem,great you and your style,,Charma
Szczerzyszczynsky Avatar
February 4, 2010 at 3:12 PM
Beautifully written, beautifully saved in memory. I love this piece !
Omaidin Avatar
January 29, 2010 at 1:00 PM
Very interesting piece of work. Very different. Lovely to recall all those innocent memories. I like this oiece very much. Regards: Déirdre
Owens Avatar
January 26, 2010 at 6:27 PM
Wow..you remember a lot of things...I can barely remember yesterday...lol enjoyed...Marty
Delacroix Avatar
January 24, 2010 at 5:16 PM
Interesting poem! cute, funny, sad, special and everything that makes memory is in this write. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.
Devonshire Avatar
January 24, 2010 at 3:26 PM
Guess we share a Catholic upbringing, David. The nuns never invited me to sit on their knees, but I wasn't the cute little boy you probably were. We were so focused on "sin" in childhood, as opposed to "right and wrong." This is quite a list of memories, most delightful and some sad (like your dad hitting you). Memories DO matter; they help make us what we are today. Excellent writing, David. Love, Carolyn
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January 24, 2010 at 10:25 AM
interesting life list of moments, try to forget the bad stuff that hinders you in the present, that is what I TRY to do-I am such a crature of guilt.:( enjoyed!
Dietrich Avatar
January 24, 2010 at 8:44 AM
DAvid, did you learn this form from a class at school? This is the same type of poetry I learned about and had my own students do a poem like this! I liked the way you gave it cohesion at the end by narrowing it down to more and more specific an idea and the ending was TERRIFIC. Everyone should do an "I remember" poem! LUv, andrea ps. thanks for your comment and I do hope your memories are getting to be better ones now.
Kelly Avatar
January 24, 2010 at 3:09 AM
David , what a most unusual and excellent presentation . I can relate to most of these , except sitting on the Nun's knee . He would not let me !!! And YES " memories " matter and mean so much . Write onnnnnnn , DB . Seán ..
Hilliker Avatar
January 23, 2010 at 10:48 PM
Memories do matter. A very compelling piece. Keep remembering!
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