Keeping Memories


It’s been a year since I graduated from college.  Since then, I’ve finally come to the realization that I am no longer a child.  It’s such a strange transition, really.  It seems like I went from dependence in high school, semi-dependence in college, and now total independence.  I think my generation has this experience quite often and I could see how easy it would be to continue on in the semi-dependence stage.  I’ve, of course, learned so much now that I’m on my own.  Yes children, when you become an adult you can eat desert before dinner!  Although I do love having “total freedom,” as I call it, I can’t help but be a little nostalgic, or perhaps is just shocked, by the fact that my life has seemingly flown by.  Perhaps this hit me because it was graduation weekend and I still live in the city of my Alma mater, so I was quite surrounded by the festivities of it all.  In short, I sat down and wrote this poem about my thoughts on life thus far.

“Keeping Memories”


Mostly a result of the youthful carelessness of their owner,

crooked from the rough play,

misaligned ears perhaps.

Imperfect smile,

teeth jutting every way,

chicken legs,

hair in knots,

mostly carefree.

Time came & swept the spirit of this child away,

replacing it with a hardened,

old soul,

The result of others,

no fault of the child.

That time is gone,

not yet forgotten,

but drifting nearer that place where memories are lost forever.

It’s a fight,

keeping memories.

That old soul continues,


but wiser.

Life can be lovely,

but sometimes cruel,

teasing us with dreams of the future.

A childhood of innocence & a great deal of ignorance,

a time so short,

a fragment of the human experience.

Adulthood comes from behind,

surprising the child out of us.

The awkward child changes,

jaw a little bonier,

legs a little longer,



This woman,

still naive,

an unsure child lurking in her chest,

she survives now,

somehow in this world run by adults,

somehow living a life once a distant expectation,

mystery more like.

Somehow knowing truly what it means to love,

to hurt,

to struggle.

The child is mostly gone,

a whisper of her formal self,

but she doesn’t dislike the adult she has become.

Time has given her a chance to find herself.

Freedom exists in ways it never did.

She dreams still,

like the child,

ever searching for the path she will follow.

Standing patiently,

she waits for the trees to part & the way to become known.



87 thoughts on “Keeping Memories

  1. Hi Megan, you read one of my posts. I think it was the one dealing with the IRS. I came by with the intent of checking out you blob. I am embarrassed to say I just now realized I had visited before. It is a growing challenge to remember the names of the ones I am following.It is a concern to me because people;s faces have names that come with them, not a number. I am so glad my following is growing slowly. It gives me the opportunity to get to know each as an individual.

    Actually , my intent was to comment on your poem. Before I got side tracked.I think your poem is awesome, AWESOME. I had to say it again. Do yourself a favor. Don’t let your child get away, because there will come a day when you will really miss her. A funny little story comes to mind. When I was dating my now ex-wife of several years, we would do everything together. Well, the first trip to the grocery with me was quite the experience. As we started down the aisles, the music they filtered in so inspired me that grab her one hand and placing the other around her waist. And proceeded to slow dance with her. She tried to protest , but she was laughing so hard the words would not form.

    It may sound silly. That’s okay for me it was having a little fun, I always had more fun with my child than my stuffy old adult. That is why I say don’t send your child away. Nick

    1. Thank you so much for saying that! Of all my poetry, I think this is my favorite. I put a lot of heart into it and I am happy that you enjoyed it. I will try to hold onto the child in me for as long as possible 🙂 I hope the weather is AZ is lovely and warm!

      Good to hear from you again.

  2. Hi Megan!
    Just came back & thought I would tell you that if planning on being a little girl, just try to make it as adventurous as you can, too. Being adventurous may lead you into surprises if you aren’t too scared of what may show up. I was always finding out what I thought was great & found it to be easier than expected. That’s why I say that. I have lived in the city as well as the country & neither are any different other than scenery. So am glad to come here again & leave a reply just before I go to the store to get ketchup & mustard for our lunch/dinner. Have a good day & hope you make your life a little more adventurous by me!

  3. Hi Megan,

    I love the photo of the open palm with the white flower and ring. The flower reminds me of wiped cream, which I love. I tried to read your “about” and the computer said it no longer existed. I don’t know if I got a weird line or not. I’m glad you’re open about your OCD so others with the same concerns can feel hopeful that their life will not be overcome with symptoms.

    1. Thank you! That’s actually my hand and I took that picture on my phone 🙂 just to make sure I looked at the about page and it seems fine. Try clearing the history and cache on your browser. Hope that helps 🙂

  4. I am not sure if you need to feel nostalgic about being independent as long as you keep a child-like wonder of the world around you, you’ll be doing fine!

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