Memories

How strange it is, that when we are born,
We exit, then enter on the very same morn.
And upon our grand entrance, we are met
With sighs of relief, birthed by love, tears, and sweat.

This is a moment we are bound to forget.

Not long after, we babble and chatter
Like a drunken buffoon, sounds that don’t matter.
And through these sounds, we watch and observe,
For soon we will speak our very first word.

This is a moment we are bound to forget.

Not long after, we crawl on all fours
Tearing the rugs right off of the floors.
And then we are bold, and dare to stand,
Stumbling forward, toward an outreached hand.

This is a moment we are bound to forget.

So it seems there are a great deal of things
That we will never remember, but the joy it brings
To those who love us, and have always been there.
How can such love be so common, yet rare?

These are the moments they will never forget.

Written by: Alexandre McGovern