Memories
We went to this little village, called Enkhuizen.
Maybe you know it, or maybe not.
I didn't grew up here, I just lived here until I was three years old.
It's so funny, because I don't remember anything about this place..
But my Lola knows every single thing that happened here. She told me that we used to walk here and do this and that.
My father told me I used to get those crackers at the bakery. He used to bike me around while I was already asleep, until we came in the little park and he would wake me up so I could see them. The little deers and bunnies.
My mom showed me the church where I was baptized.
It's just funny, that everyone has memories about me and this place, while I don't remember a thing.
That's why memories are things we have to cherish, we might need them when we're older or when we forget why we are this and how we became this and who we are right now.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
