What I Will Remember on the Day I Die

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On the day I die,
I’ll remember,
Pushing my firetruck down the driveway.
Mama was applauding me,
Like I had just stuck an American flag
On the surface of the moon.
Nothing could stop me.
I was the center of the world,
In my home of soft voices.

I’ll remember,
Biting my nails like a sonuvabitch,
Until they were nice and bloody.
It brought joy to me,
On some occasions.
Eventually,
Mama had to wrap my fingers,
With Scotch tape.

I will remember,
How Barnette and Bobby,
My little cousins,
Tampered with grandma’s corpse,
At the funeral.
Not the first time those,
John Barleycorns,
Made a mess of our reputation,
In the humble town
Of Mount Vernon.

On the day I day I die,
I’ll remember,
Sitting alone in blades of grass,
Staring at the Ohio,
Watching souls float downstream.
Sitting solemnly,
Dreaming that big balloons,
Formed over the earth.
Everything was at peace.
My troubles withered away,
I was alone but that was okay.

These are the days I will miss,
These were the times of bliss.






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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jul. 25 at 7:40 am
Love it! You have a ton of unique but relatable childhood images. My one critique is that the poem is so strong as a free verse that you don't really need the last two lines to rhyme, as it doesn't quite fit
 
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