you keep some things in memory,
a birthday, a song, a loved on.
and some things you forget,
the temporary and little beauties--
like the way the golden and crimson leaves
waltzed in tiny tornadoes along the sidewalk.
but even though you forget what the joke was,
you never forget how you laughed or who made you laugh.
even if you forget where the creek ran,
you don't forget the feelings of the cool water
rushing over your tired feet and around your ankles.
you might forget someone's name,
you might forget their face--
but you'll never forget the feelings you gave and the feelings given--
because that person will always have a place,
in your memory.
YOU ARE READING
for Farah: TWENTY
PoesíaA poem or letter for each year you've been alive. Unfortunately, I've only known you for one year (today being the anniversary of when we've met), but that one year has been one of my best years (out of 20, too)--because you've been in my life. I l...
