He remembers waking up to me saying, “Wake up! Mom is cooking up some pancakes.”
He remembers playing guitar and singing Blackbird by The Beatles in front of me and my younger brother.
He remembers giving me his Sony walkman.
He remembers telling me his silly but funny stories that would always make me laugh.
He remembers playing Legends of Zelda and Super Mario Bros 3.
He remembers his last time we’ve met.
He remembers saying, “I’ll be back next Saturday.”
He remembers not answering my father calls, my father’s texts, my father’s emails.
He remembers all those fun times.
He remembers not visiting us for more than three years.
He remembers he is always welcome.

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Jessie
November 23, 2016 7:26 pm

This is a very nice poem, obviously it has meaning to you. Good Job

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