
When we were kids
We had to share a bed
I was four years older
But we were the same size
I would wake in the middle of the night
With your heavy, hairy legs all over me
And turn sideways in the bed
Arms on the wall, feet on your body
To shove you back over to your side
When you were about 5 years old
You would torture our cats
By holding them by their ears
But you loved them
When you were in preschool
You didn't want to go
And you'd wake up crying in the night
And Shelley would come to you
Comfort you, tell you it's all right
When you were in second grade
You showed Daddy my hidden cigarettes
And I was so mad at you
But you were right to tell
When you were in college
You borrowed our lawn mower
And called me in a huff
"Why won't this thing crank?"
"Are you holding down the bar while you crank it?"
"No."
Ha
And you parked in the spot
Marked "Ag Communications Only"
And didn't understand
Why that made me mad
And you went the wrong way
Down a one-way parking lot
And told me I thought I had to do everything right
And you were right, but so was I
And you would pull up honking
And the girls were thrilled
You'd play on the floor with them
That's what they remember most
We tried to be runners
But I couldn't keep up
And you'd call and say you couldn't make it
I run almost every day now
You were the most fun person ever
But also the most frustrating
"I'll call you tomorrow"
A week later, you were sorry but something came up
You left us behind
And I let you go
I have never been so hurt, crushed
I remember you every day
My heart cries
For what could have been
Should have been
Might have been
I loved you
I love you
I miss you
My heart
We had to share a bed
I was four years older
But we were the same size
I would wake in the middle of the night
With your heavy, hairy legs all over me
And turn sideways in the bed
Arms on the wall, feet on your body
To shove you back over to your side
When you were about 5 years old
You would torture our cats
By holding them by their ears
But you loved them
When you were in preschool
You didn't want to go
And you'd wake up crying in the night
And Shelley would come to you
Comfort you, tell you it's all right
When you were in second grade
You showed Daddy my hidden cigarettes
And I was so mad at you
But you were right to tell
When you were in college
You borrowed our lawn mower
And called me in a huff
"Why won't this thing crank?"
"Are you holding down the bar while you crank it?"
"No."
Ha
And you parked in the spot
Marked "Ag Communications Only"
And didn't understand
Why that made me mad
And you went the wrong way
Down a one-way parking lot
And told me I thought I had to do everything right
And you were right, but so was I
And you would pull up honking
And the girls were thrilled
You'd play on the floor with them
That's what they remember most
We tried to be runners
But I couldn't keep up
And you'd call and say you couldn't make it
I run almost every day now
You were the most fun person ever
But also the most frustrating
"I'll call you tomorrow"
A week later, you were sorry but something came up
You left us behind
And I let you go
I have never been so hurt, crushed
I remember you every day
My heart cries
For what could have been
Should have been
Might have been
I loved you
I love you
I miss you
My heart






3 comments:
I just want you to know how much I love you. This was probably hard to write...I know it was hard to read without crying. Ah, heck, who am I kidding? I'm still crying. I miss Lauren, too...we all do. I'm glad you had the courage and love to write about her. I miss her and weep for all she could have been and done. I love you and Shelley and ya'll's families. I miss ya'll, too. Give your family hugs and kisses from me.
It is wonderful that you can remember Lauren in this way! I love and miss her so much too. Not a day goes by when I don't think of her and all the terrific things she had inside of her.
You've done a great service to her by remembering these things. Words escape me right now. Tell everyone hi for me and tell them I love them so much!
You are such a good writer... you express yourself really well. I bet it was hard for you to face those memories and emotions and write that poem. Im glad you have such fond and funny memories of Lauren... reading about them makes me happy. I miss Lauren a lot and I think about her often. I remember all the times we spent growing up and I wish we could have been closer as we got older.
P.S. I meant to write you sooner and tell you that I am so excited about the prospect of adoption! I really hope it works out for ya'll and I truly think it will. I think what you are doing is wonderful.
Love, Natalie C.
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