Wants, Needs, I’m no good at poetry
But the one thing I need is my memories
They are who I am and who I will be
The things I hold dear from year to year
To forget who I am
Or where I’ve been
Or what I’ve done
Or what I’ve seen
I just wouldn’t be me
I’ve spent many days hours months
Daydreaming about nothing and everything at once
Things I wanted to happen
And others I’d like to forget
But I treasure those times
They are mine
Love of family vacations in Yellowstone
Admiration for those I call friends
Longing for riding scooters on bike trails
Embarrassment of rejection and other things I hide
Inadequacy because I could be so much better
Joy of nature and all things living and green
Elation for what my future holds
Who are you without what you bring with you?
What can you do with no recollection of who you are?
When do you realize what is dear to you most?
Where do find yourself?
Why are you there?
How it be.