I cannot remember,
my first house,
just 1 image and
the freezing cold of my first winter 

I cannot remember, 
the happy moments of my first school,
just the sad and scary ones,
I want to forget. 

I cannot remember,
some of my dogs,
like Rhum and Ling.
But I remember most,
some with feet firmly on the ground
others high in the sky
playing above the clouds. 

I can remember,
my great granny,
the ceramic frogs at the door,
her chair which creates an earthquake,
if you push a button.
And the dream of her alive,
a year after her death. 

By Robert Grant