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Talia Richkin

Remembering the Forgotten

Green
But more of a dull green

Dead grass preserves the joy of a child’s light steps

Until the mowers come out
That is

And so most everything will inevitably vanish
A sandcastle swept up by the tide
A footprint
A memory

But what does not
Must Change

As the body grows
So do the trees
Only slower
So as to appear smaller
Year after Year
To the child
The most genuine measure of time gone by

And then come back
A decade later
And look

What was one a castle is just a climbing structure
The impending mountain
A small boulder
The moat
A puddle

It does not matter
Tell yourself one time
“I will not forget”
You will
A thousand times?
It makes no difference

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]