I remember these days.
What does it matter if it is four or five or three?
You understand the day with the suns’
Shadow half across the desk drawers.
Days, I remember days
When we measured classrooms
Changing the ceiling to a solar system
I had the small planet at the end
Some people said all the planets were stars
Accept ours. But ours didn’t swing and get
caught in the door like Earth did
Any questions?
Mrs Sheilds said Saturn floats in water
Anyone?
And we all laughed about this after
Oh yes, I remember days
I remember this stuff
The bunk bed is still there
With its scuffed splintery ladder
Well?
Days, I remember days
Ok then.
I remember
I remember this stuff
Moving on.

Comments
tcook | January 11, 2008 - 14:33
I like this but the ending doesn't work for me. Maybe it needs a re-think? I also think you mean 'except' instead of 'accept'!
HaiAnh | February 11, 2008 - 21:14
Thank you. I am dyslexic so there is often typos-a-plenty in my work. I will indeed rethink. I posted this poem as I wasn't happy with it, so thank you for the feedback.