Selective Memory
if i lay my head down
i will see you in my dream
wearing that polka dot dress
and sitting by the stream
leaning in to hear you
you will whisper in my ear
and everything i need to know
i finally hear
i wish i could remember
but my selective memory
won't let me
when i was a baby
we would go out to the park
and sit out in the fountain
splashing 'round until it's dark
the days go on forever
when you only know that much
and everything you need to know
is answered with one touch
i wish i could remember
but my selective memory
won't let me
Its just beutiful, really. Capturing the essence of childhood, the difficulty of remembering the good times, and the wonder of love. I shall expand on this some other time. But for now, just read the words, feel the beauty of every line.