I Remember Poem

I remember pheasants and camouflage.

I remember my uncle's long hair curling around a mischievous grin.

I remember my heart thump to the ground when I knew he was gone.

I remember listening to my father cry for the first and only time. I wasn't supposed to hear.

I remember praying to God and feeling comfort.

I remember my first encounter with death.


I remember poems are a fun way to dig into a specific memory. Students dig doing it too. It allows them to remember and freely write without feelings constraints as to "what a poem should look like."  If poems are supposed to look like anything.