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R emember the blades of grass
Gently brushing against the palms of your hands
Remember your feet barely touching the ground
Remember running across fields
That stretched as far as we could see
Nothing was better than the sound of your laugh
Floating in the air around us
Remember your yellow raincoat
And the Appaloosa you named Cheese
Remember counting long lines of fence posts
On perfect days we both thought would last forever
In that long ago time
Before daddy lost his fight in the back bedroom
Of the old white house where we were born
Remember how I tried to take care of you
I was too young, and you were even younger
Remember the tiny pianos
I drew in black ink on our arms
Remember the imaginary songs we played
Sitting cross legged on the old porch
Where momma use to rock us in her chair
Remember how you looked up at me with hazel eyes
believing I could keep you safe
I almost did, I swear, I thought I could
Remember the last day we had together
When the sun shone down from the sky
When hell came down the road, from dust clouds rising
Behind a sheriff's car with lights flashing on top
Remember how our lives crumbled
In the sound of Daddy’s shotgun, going off
Remember how I carried you from the house
With your screams still ringing inside my ears
Remember where we ended up
In the diner daddy took us to sometimes
I was scared, and you were just hungry
You didn’t understand, about what you did
But I knew the police were coming
You were only five years old, I had to protect you
You heard too many of the words, I said
Why did I ever leave Daddy's gun leaning in the corner?
I had to let them send me away
I had to let them take you
I wrote letters for twenty years with nothing ever coming back
Now that I'm free, they won't tell me where you are
I know, you have a new life, a better life
I don't want to mess that up
I'm not asking to take that away
I just want to know for a minute
Even a second that you're okay
Life doesn't begin at five, those are pretty big years
Remember I was your first five, remember I loved you
Because I remember you every time, I close my eyes
I remember the last time I was with you
You were eating pancakes
Covered with syrup and whip cream
With a whole strawberry on top
And police cars were pulling up
Outside
This poem was inspired by the Netflix movie The Unforgivable
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