I have a little bit of poetry that I want to share with you, I wanna open up my scrapebook to the world and that everybody know what is true. I have a few lines of narration that I want to share with you, about a memory forgotten, remembered to be true! Sometimes I wish I could say that we gathered rainbows in our yards and everybody used to laugh. Sometimes I wish I had seen a garden party in my sleeping room and everybody used to dance. Sometimes I wonder how much longer I can keep on growing p****les in my mind, scared and terrified, how shall I turn my back, suggested memories lamenting and teasing tristesse and grief. I used to lock every door and burn the key, doubted I could ever feel secure, it could be another me. And I witnessed moments without fear, cimbed a tree and shed a tear, the little boy has grown out of me.