I sit here and wonder what life will be like

When we’re adults.



Will you remember that time?

That time when I stuffed confetti down your pants on Easter

And you cried

Because Mom wouldn’t let you get revenge?

Will you remember that while you watch your kids

Have a water balloon fight in your backyard?



Will you remember that time?

That time when I screamed at you

Because you weren’t washing the dishes fast enough

And that you should just let me do it, because I do it better anyways?

Will you remember that while you’re scrubbing a plate in your sink,

And your wife is telling you you’re using the wrong sponge?



Will you remember that time?

That time when I played Legos with you and we built a clubhouse

With a tiny balcony/dance floor

And when Dad came home he didn’t care to look at it?

Will you remember that when you help your son

Build a cabin with his Lincoln Logs?



I just wanted to make sure,

Because maybe you’ll be too busy,

Or stressed.

Or maybe you’ll just sincerely forget.

The happy memories

Slipping away down the river of your mind.



I hope not.

Please,

I hope they stay.