An Empty Swing

I remember
Mommy pouring warm water onto my hair
Tears screeching down her cheeks while she clings to her smile
The smell of my favourite shampoo invading my nostrils
Blowing bubbles i imagine us together forever

I remember
Daddy tearing me away from mommy
As i try my best to hold on to the end of her soaked T-shirt
Mommy sobs furiously while i call out to her
Daddy never dares to look me in the eyes

I remember
Daddy turning his back walking out the door
Leaving me behind sobbing, staring vacantly
At an empty space that seems too big to be true
I wanted to run after him but trapped on a wrinkled palm

I don't remember
Walking on the beach
With daddy and mommy on each side of me
Laughing as they pull my arms and swing me high into the blue sky

I don't remember
Looking back at the footprints
Two pairs of big ones and another tiny one
Around the sandcastle we built our dreams around

I realize
I would not see mommy and daddy for a long time
That our sandcastle would eventually dissapear along the tide
House of cards would crumbles down, falling to pieces

I feel
Lost in this place i am a stranger to
Deceived by the sweet smell of strawberry shampoo
helpless as i lie under a blanket of onions
Incomplete as it's a part of me that i'll never recover
The human swing, will swing no more


actually, i've posted this on my old blog before a long time ago. but recently, i joined an online poetry group n posted it there. i've got a few comments, n sum of it jus made my day, heheh.... who doesn't like to be told tat they've did a good job rite? i noe, i noe, wats i'm gonna do next is very extremely vain, but who cares, this is a free country rite? =p

I don't have any grammatical or writing style critique for you but I want to just say that personally I really liked it.

I liked the comparison of the reality, and the dreams. Then your analysis and the conclusion. I prefer single spacing because it is easier to read on here...but I enjoyed the read anyway.