Strange- I remember nothing,

but this looks like

the right place to be,

with days spent observing

colors on the wall,

my fingers, clumsy

and untrained, work hard

for validation.

Everyone seems friendly,

smiling, with language

I should know, but don't.

Where are the memories

I clung to until

the light showed bright,

and that room filled

with quiet whispers?

I am small and helpless now,

there is a large but pleasant face

that comes close with kisses,

to help me build new memories

that someday I'll forget again.

07/04/2004

Posted on 07/04/2004
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