Fading

I can't seem to find little memories of my life growing up with you.
They seem to have scattered and disappeared.
Like mice running from the hungry house cat.
I can't seem to smell the sweet scent of cookies I was baking with you anymore.
Freezing cold, wrapped in 3 blankets, sipping our hot coco, watching christmas movies has vanished from my mind.
I can't feel the comforting hugs you gave me when I woke up from that awful nightmare.
No matter how frightening they were you were always there by my side, but those memories are fading.
I can't seem to hear the lullabies you used to sing to me before I entered the dreaming world anymore.
They got washed away like the sand castle we made on that hot, sunny day, from the tides gently washing up.
The only thing I can feel and hear is the wind drifting away, kind of like us.

Reviews

[AK]

Time never cuts us any slack. It marches on and we struggle to keep up until we discover we've forgotten a face, a touch, a voice, a perfume. Life always goes on though.

[Scott Free]

Gosh, I'm really sorry it's taken so long to read this. I know you asked me to review some of your writing 4 weeks ago...agh. I've been busy, and sort of ghostlike on WC lately. But anyway...
Hey, this poem shows some promise! I like how you carried an idea through till the end. All seemed to be very connected.
I can't really tell if the speaker is talking about a lover or a mother-figure. I think you should have some details to clear it up one way or the other. Otherwise its vague.
With some tweaking, this should be quite an enjoyable poem.

Scott

[Sexy P3nguin]

I really like this poem. It's touching in a way :)
My favorite line is "Like mice running from the hungry house cat."
I couldn't help but let out a lil laugh
Great job