Scrapbook

Scrapbook 

In the moments we have 

There is the smell, taste, sight of each one

Our own personal experiences with each moment and sense

Starting from our birth to our death

We scrapbook these moments each chance we get

So let’s start 

With the very first one

Crying, quiet crying of the newborn

As the mother goes to calm her down

This baby knows she is safe 

Far from harm 

As a soft lullaby is hummed 

The world twirls like a ballerina

This baby falls asleep in the gentle arms of home

Next the giggles of a little girl 

So little yet so brave

Has not known the weight of a world so heavy 

Her childhood soon be taken

But she giggles as she spins around with her dad

Hand in Hand

Her hand in Daddy's hand

Now those giggles long gone

She sits alone in the corner

Dreading the next thing she has to do

Mother and Father no longer together

She takes up the weight so heavy

For her little shoulders

She cries out for help, for someone to save her

But the silence is deafening

Now two years later this little girl isn't so little anymore

Spent her time taking care 

Her little brother and newborn sister 

Day after day she took care 

Till she needed care

Leaving behind her world for a new

A world like hers was a world like no other

As the years go up 

She grows up

Tall like a tree

Kind as a bunny

Quiet like a meadow

But secretly she grows to learn

A pain like no other

As she was given up on 

She walks forward with patience and awareness 

As she's older she hears the crying

The quiet crying of a newborn

As her new sibling is born 

She realizes what a beauty she sees

That no one else should feel a pain like her

At that moment she realize 

Time is a thief

Now here she is older and grown

Forgiven her past 

Looks for the moments ahead 

Every one of those moments makes up who she is 

And who she will be

As the scrapbook grows and grows 

With each moment pasts

Now let me tell you 

Time is a thief 

But you control how you use that time 

As time goes on 

So do you 

So let your scrapbook grow 

And you will too

Author's Note

Wrote this for my class assignment