Nov 24
poem 0 comments challenge: Memory

I remember

For some reason I remember 
Looking up at myself
When I was two
Sitting next to my mother at the top of our stairs.
She had a laundry basket.
My little brother was only a few months old.
He was falling down, down our stairs.
Bouncing like a little ball.
My mother couldn't reach him in time.
Kenny! Catch him!
My mother yelled
Then for some reason
I can see my dad in the kitchen
As if I were right next to him.
He is typing away on an old laptop computer.
I don't remember anything else
Except darkness
And my brother being fine.
Even though he fell on linoleum.
Anytime I think about this moment
It plays in my head
Over and over
My own private movie.
Eternalized in my skull

About the Author: LadyMidnight
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