Hey, Dad.. Do You Remember Me...?
Hey, Dad.. Do you remember me...?
I remember those 5am polaroid pictures-
Bleary-eyed and banned from family affection.
Then there were always those promises, empty
And longing cries deep in the turtle’s chest,
Where I used to keep my childhood safe and secure.
I used to climb up those hidden ledges in my closet
Just to sit snug like a bug while wiping such sadness off the wall’s.
It was a solitary place,
Where I’d etch my name in the wood that held the house together.
Do you remember, Dad...?
How I’d put my dreams in a little green box of secrets,
That only the angels knew about
And I’d whisper... Into clouds everything
I hoped to become when I grew up.
I would talk to the clouds...
Because night was so silent
And I was so sure… I could be heard.
That a figure greater than myself,
Watched over my innocence, even if he lived far away,
Out in the sky somewhere-
Dad.. Do you remember me…?
Because I remember those long days,
Skipping stones in puddles on Ridgewood Avenue
And hopping scotch with blue, pink, and yellow chalk.
I remember, riding my diamond back down the big hill
All the way to the local store for mom’s cigarettes,
Some milk and hostess apple fruit pies- the twin pack.
I Remember…
But
Do You..?
I remember those bad dreams little girls have.
The ones that send them running to their Daddy,
For comfort-
I remember having those bad dreams and running…
For comfort-
I remember..
I remember...
Waiting for the boys to come home from the Yankee game because
"Little girls could get lost in the crowd."
I always wondered if that were true,
If little girls could get lost in the crowd-
Even if their daddy was with them.
You see, I remember, Dad…
But do you- Remember me?
Do you remember me, Dad…?
Because if you did-
Then you would know me.
- J. Circosta
Hey, Dad... Do You Remember Me...? ©2017
Hey, Dad.. Do you remember me...?
I remember those 5am polaroid pictures-
Bleary-eyed and banned from family affection.
Then there were always those promises, empty
And longing cries deep in the turtle’s chest,
Where I used to keep my childhood safe and secure.
I used to climb up those hidden ledges in my closet
Just to sit snug like a bug while wiping such sadness off the wall’s.
It was a solitary place,
Where I’d etch my name in the wood that held the house together.
Do you remember, Dad...?
How I’d put my dreams in a little green box of secrets,
That only the angels knew about
And I’d whisper... Into clouds everything
I hoped to become when I grew up.
I would talk to the clouds...
Because night was so silent
And I was so sure… I could be heard.
That a figure greater than myself,
Watched over my innocence, even if he lived far away,
Out in the sky somewhere-
Dad.. Do you remember me…?
Because I remember those long days,
Skipping stones in puddles on Ridgewood Avenue
And hopping scotch with blue, pink, and yellow chalk.
I remember, riding my diamond back down the big hill
All the way to the local store for mom’s cigarettes,
Some milk and hostess apple fruit pies- the twin pack.
I Remember…
But
Do You..?
I remember those bad dreams little girls have.
The ones that send them running to their Daddy,
For comfort-
I remember having those bad dreams and running…
For comfort-
I remember..
I remember...
Waiting for the boys to come home from the Yankee game because
"Little girls could get lost in the crowd."
I always wondered if that were true,
If little girls could get lost in the crowd-
Even if their daddy was with them.
You see, I remember, Dad…
But do you- Remember me?
Do you remember me, Dad…?
Because if you did-
Then you would know me.
- J. Circosta
Hey, Dad... Do You Remember Me...? ©2017
