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Youth
I see giants above me, talking with words I don’t understand
I see moving colors on a screen, coupled with the smell of a dusty room
I see figures sitting across a table, encouraging me to eat
I see faces in houses, and characters jumping on buildings
I see words on a page as I feel the gears turning in my head
I see laughter and joy around me, followed by the desire to be older
I see activities I want to be a part of one day, wishing that day was today
I see those who I want to be like
I see those with strength and height that I just can’t match
I see those like me and call them friends
I see things I don’t understand and ask questions
I see things I definitely do understand and still ask questions
I see the good in people through glasses tinted with innocence
I see the bad in people and block it out, saving it as a treat for my older self to understand
I see love and care right in front of me
I see smiles hanging over me like treetops
I see lips mouth words as I fail to stay awake
I see a calm darkness wash over me, sleep carrying me away to some distant land

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Young life begins to be recalled in little bursts of memory over time, so I tried to capture as many little vingettes of childhood as I could with this poem.