I listened to songs
As sausages sizzled in a pan
Which my sister captured
On her camera.
And I looked at her
Worrying about her viewpoint
For I could be a monster.
I wondered what it would be like
To have a tail
Without a trail of doubt
And I wondered about being tall
As I had just learnt to crawl.
Soothing were my socks
Except the frayed parts at the ends
Which I hoped to, in the future
Mend.
But I couldn't configure
When I diverted
My thoughts to others
As I cut across too soon
When they got bored of my queries.
But this wasn't just 'why is the sky blue?'
This was
Is the sky blue?
Terry's poem
YOU ARE READING
I Remember Those Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about remembering certain elements of the past that felt, indeed, very special to me. I hope you find reading it special, as well as reaching out to the particular ways I feel about them. ~Terry~
