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Last Updated: 04/23/2009Do you Remember?
Jennifer Francesca Acio
Do you remember
When we used to sit
Around the smouldering faggots
With anxious eyes
Glued to mama’s aromatic cauldron?
Awe-struck by the glistening stars
That seemed to hold our future?
How about the odysseys
Through the village jungle
The endless skirmishes through the village square,
And the hide and seek we played:
Do you remember them?
Those girlish coquettish giggles
As we pranced in agility
Our pots balancing elegantly on our heads,
As we headed to the stream
To the envy of village dudes,
Do you remember them?
When my brother called you wife
It was to you like strife,
And you were filled with rage,
Because you weren’t of age!
Do you remember how bitterly you cried?
Then, we were littl’uns,
Aspiring doctors, lawyers, engineers,
Eager to unearth the world of the big’uns.
All reality was unreal,
And all else so surreal!
Our innocent dreams
Lay in our innocent brains
We saw every corrective treatment as a punitive one,
And questioned all acts of justice
For to us those were injustices.
But all that is in the past
Now we are mature, full grown adults.
Let’s let go of the naiveté.
Adjust to our today and stash away our yester years.
For is it for nothing life is called bitter-sweet?
It offers both gall and honey.
It is embroidered with thorn-infested roses,
Running through gullies and peaks.
Now that we are of age,
Bitter reality we must ingest.
No more coy giggles
Born of meaningless tickles.
No more leisure at the stream,
For life is so fast we can miss the cream.
No more hide and seek,
For you might get lost forever.
And even though you were sleek
You might just cause another palaver.
My teenage friend,
You are still my friend,
But times have changed
And we must swim with the tide.
You cannot go on bouncing forever,
Nor can you go on day dreaming forever.
Stir from the dream and live its nightmare.
Emerge from the cocoon of fear
And stare stark reality in its face.
Unearth the scum
And clean it apiece a time
Stop singing songs of yester years
For lamentation begets sorrow.
Live in the present,
And stop conjuring up images of the past
For those, my friend, were just dreams.
Jennifer Francesca Acio is a Master's candidate at the University for Peace. This poem was originally published in Roar Magazine, and is reprinted with the author's permission.