Some things aren’t meant to be forgotten.
The first memory we hold
The poignant story we were always told
The first kiss we received
The lovely fantasies we once believed
The fantastic gifts we got
The ice creams we had when hot
The first person we had a crush on
Those neighbours with whom we always got along
The first difficult obstacle we got through
The wise words we’ve always listened to.
I wrote this poem a while ago and came across it when tidying my room and looking through some old papers. Hope you like it.