I use to sharpen the teacher's pencils <br />I erased the chalk from our classroom boards. <br />I always waited for you out at recess <br />by the swing sets or under a sliding board. <br /> <br />I carried your books for you to class <br />like any good friend would do. <br />But one day you forgot, of who I was <br />in that time that I knew of you. <br /> <br />My name is of no importance now <br />I'm a face you wouldn't even know. <br />But as children sharing cookies and milk <br />these are those Childhood Memories I hold. <br /> <br />Your desk was right in front of mine <br />I remember the smell, of your braided shampooed hair. <br />And when you were home, with some sickness unknown <br />I made sure to go sit in your chair. <br /> <br />I carved my initials in the top of your desk <br />and surrounded it with a heart. <br />Was hoping one day, while you were away <br />to give your initials their beginning, their start. <br /> <br />I was moved and never got my chance <br />to finish what was I had started. <br />But one day I hope, to send you this note <br />Telling you how sad, that are lives have parted. <br /> <br />Maybe you'll find, some memories of mine <br />in a moment you bring to thought. <br />Then you will see, what your memories have meant to me <br />in a childhood memory of me you lost.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-memories-8/
