blades of grass

i walked right out my front door

to learn from natures floor

the dirt the streets and the sidewalk

they say so much yet they don't talk

& what my toes touched last

the blades of grass

taught me how to grow 

to let the sun run the show

focus on the shine 

& this lovely earth of yours, and mine

my pops told me 

long ago

that some folks 

just think they know

all about life

its thoughts 

its rhymes 

its story times

and we cant last

but they are wrong 

and i love you

so please come too

as times goes on this world will change 

but our love will stay the same

but then one day we will die

and watch our souls will fly

and there will lay our hands are grasped 

in the blades of grass

I don't remember

it's frustrating to look at the three pages i have in front of me filled of "i remembers" and

 have a journal next to me opened to May 13, 2009 that says 

BEST DAY EVER.

because that's all it says.

and i don't remember why. 

i don't know why.

because thats all it says. 

i love all the memories i've kept but where did the rest go? 

and why did i keep some and lose the others? 

why was May 13th the best day ever?

i don't remember.

i don't remember ever meeting my best friend.

i don't remember the first time i fell in love with chocolate milk. 

i'm guessing it was a cold night with movies and sippie cups but i don't remember.

i don't remember our old neighbors last name. the one with the big blue house

i don't remember my little brother being born or what i was doing before i was born.

 i hear of stories and i'm told i will one day remember but right now i don't.

i don't remember his middle name.

i don't remember the first car ride that we actually talked but i know it happened because we practically lived in that car. freak we almost died in that car. 

i don't remember what happened that night but i still stay up late at nights wondering how i can remember every sound and thought but not remember what actually happened.

i don't remember her birthday. actually i do but i don't want to because she doesn't remember mine. &my grandma doesn't remember either but i forgive her because she's sick. but sometimes aren't we all?

no matter how many times you tell me the story i don't remember you throwing snowballs at me. 

i don't remember where that jacket went. i see it in pictures too much and i want it back.

i don't remember how old my parents are i just know that they are getting too old.

i don't remember the first song i danced too.

i don't remember the first time i felt cold. or hurt. or cried.

i have a birth mark on my left ankle and i don't remember it ever being there before age 11. 

i don't remember when these sheets became so empty so fast. 

or when i fell asleep because last thing i remember was calling out your name just waiting for an "i love you" reply.

i don't remember what i was for halloween in second grade. 

it was literally life or death at the time but i don't remember my seventh grade locker combination. or ever practicing the violin. 

i don't remember how my fear of dogs started but i remember him laughing at me.

 i don't remember the score to my best game or anything i learned about credit score.

i don't remember what i ever saw in him or what kind of car old man Jenkins drove.

i don't remember. 

 i don't remember my best day ever.

i have a journal next to me opened to May 13, 2009 that says best day ever.

and i don't remember why.