I miss the old girl
the goofy one, the one
with the brown eyes,
the one who wiped
the apartment floor when
scooting around. The one
who got trapped in the
living room multiple times
‘cause she didn’t know
how to climb stairs. I really
miss her, it feels like
all of those memories
are chipping away from
my heart.
I’m starting to not
remember my first
gasp of air. The day
I was born, my brother
came out of school
early just to see me,
hug and kiss me, nothing
has changed. It’s
hard to remember
my first pre-K birthday,
when I burned my
eyelash.
I am getting older,
I have to admit it.
I’m moving into different
shoe sizes, I’m getting
taller, I’m almost 9,
next year I’ll be in 4th
grade. Every night
I watch the lights
flicker out in the
buildings, it feels
like the seconds, minutes,
hours, days, weeks, months,
years, decades, centuries,
are going out as
fast as the lights in
the building. I am a one-
of-a-kind person in my
generation, I work
hard and long. I
have lived through
a deadly sickness
pandemic, I’m special and
that’s all I can say.