
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
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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