Abstract memories

Memories I experienced

a long time ago,

fly out of my grasp

and I have to let go.

If I had a wish

would wish to go back ,

back to when I was tiny

and loved sitting on your lap.

  

Rewind back to the days

when the hardest choice was

picking out a crayon

to colour the bus.

"Doesn't matter , " you said

"whichever colour you choose.

To me it's still beautiful

as long as it's drawn by you . "

Would relive the days

when I'd hide behind the chair.

Just to hear your voice ask

if I was there.

Used to hide behind the door

so I could pounce on you and scream.

But you always replied

with a calmed-down grin.

The hugs and your familiar lap

are abstract memories flittering away.

Of someone who loves me for who I am

my success, my failure, my mistakes.

Took the job my father can't do

you make the load lighter for mother.

I know a lot of vocabulary, but for today

I'm going to take the simplest words and say,

I love you and thank you for being there...