Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on forget.
There isn't much I forget.
Most days, moments, memories, they all stay with me.
And I can play them back in my mind,
like watching my life on a screen.
I remember what people were wearing, where we were exactly, I can quote conversations.
The years don't wash them away,
time doesn't make anything fade for me.
And so, I remember all of you.
From positive pregnancy test in my hand, to dot on the screen, to birth, to today,
I remember all of you.
I am your past,
your keepsake of all things precious to you in this time.
I remember your first words
when you first walked
what you wore the first day of school.
I remember our nights that blend into weeks.
I remember homework assignments, and watching you play ball.
I remember your funny side
your anger and frustrations
I remember what made you tick
what set you off
what made you smile
what made love spill out of you.
I remember every moment that started you
I remember each contraction
I remember who bought you certain outfits
for what occasion
and why that's special.
You are all wrapped up in me,
your keepsake of all things wonderful, or not.
Your keepsake of all things joyful, or not.
Your keepsake of all things, your entire childhood is here.
You will never vanish.
You will never be forgotten.
You will never be unimportant.
So turn to me,
for your history.
Turn to me,
for your significance.
Turn to me,
when you're feeling that no one cares, and you don't matter.
You are all wrapped up in me, because I never forget.
Love this so much. With four littles, I want to remember it all too.
Sarah (www.sarahefrazer.com) Coming from FMF