By Isreal John
I forget so often the things I enjoy.
The calm trickle of light rain on a cloudy night.
The smile of a friend on a sunny day.
The beauty of the trees and leaves as we play.
The moments I could say made this a good day.
These are the things I love. The things I hope for.
The things I wish for and yet always forget.
They’re lost to me but I know they’re here.
They’re lost to me but I know I care. I search
and explore knocking at every door
but some days I can’t help but drop
straight to the floor. I say I miss you or I say
I miss this and then I remember.
I forget so often the things I enjoy.
