Nic was encouraging us to write poems a while back. She says this is good but I think she's being kind.

I remember feeling secure
the world was mine
it belonged to us
nothing could harm

I remember little children's faces
so cute, so free, so fun
running, laughing
sometimes being bad

I remember sick days
did they have more than others
were they really sick
did I wish them sick

I remember having fun
supper on the table
sometimes games at night
talking
sitting in the same room

I remember less and less