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I Remember

you were 17; I was 21

By A. Keith ClementPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I Remember

the day we met

all the time we spent

the hours, the days, the months, the years

the days that, happiness/sadness, brought tears

I Remember

your touch

your soft silky hair

your tender lips/gentle kiss

I Remember

we were both young

you were 17; I was 21

naive and dumb

we married, started a family

you gave birth to 6 children

then one day there were 5

I Remember

watching our children grow

wondering which way they would go

each one special in their own way

personality, things they would say

struggles, choices they made

I Remember

my children taught me

to be a father, a dad

to love, beloved

to care, feel, cry

to listen, to understand

to give of myself unselfishly

now we're not so young

I'm 55; you're 51

and

the man I am

the man I became to be

is in part

My Family

love poems

About the Creator

A. Keith Clement

I write poetry and short stories it is a necessity for me. It keeps me happy.

Without knowing it until I was forty-seven, my life has been a work in progress that began in my youthful years as a child and has continued to this day.

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