A Little Bit Of What I Know

I’m here to speak of what I know,
To fill a thimble or a portfolio,
Depending upon the day you ask,
To verify my life’s unending task:
The first thing I remember well,
Is a secret I promised not to tell;
It comes and goes within my brain;
Today I will ignore its sad refrain,
And move along to other things,
Whatever the next memory brings:
I remember friends we once played with,
My brother’s friend who had a lisp:
He used to always say, “Oh, Chit!”
(We didn’t know it was, “Oh, Shit!”)
There was a hail storm I recall,
In the car, when I was very small;
Dad saved the day, and the car, for all,
Though I loved to hear the hail fall
Upon the roof beneath our hiding place,
Blankets stuffed in windows, just in case!
I’m here to write of what I know,
I write so that someday when I go,
Others will read and hopefully say,
“How sad that she has gone away.”
I’ll write more as time passes by,
Little things that make me laugh or cry,
And share them with you, now and then,
Writing only what I know about, once again.

Lora Frikken ~ 6-26-05