Memories lost

Moments, precious, sacred bits of time,

Dusty, tattered, now they're left behind,

Things we once held dear,

Nightmares we used to fear,

Lost, forgotten deep inside the corners of our mind.

Friends once close, now so very far away,

Dreams soon gone in remembrance of day,

No one cares and no one cries,

When a thought or idea dies,

 Bright colors of memories fading slowly away to gray.

Items once held close, now there's no thought you have to spare,

The little things you'd cry about, but now you barely care,

Growing up and standing bold,

Throwing down what you would hold,

What had once comforted you, now will no longer be there.

Copyright August 19, 2015, by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.

Alone

Standing at the corner, waiting

For the bus to take him home,

Knowing well that he's a stranger,

With nowhere else to go.

Standing there at prom night,

The teenager girl waits for a dance,

But the music starts, and she's alone,

She knew that it was just a chance.

In the classroom, there's a girl,

Who's  known the answers from the start,

But she's been shunned, she's 'not cool',

And they don't care how it hurts her heart.

Afraid, confused, shunned, and hurt,

These people don't know what they can do,

I know that, because I was one of them,

And it's possible, maybe you are too.

Friends are important in your life,

But a thousand fake friends do nothing at all,

So find a real friend to spend your time with,

Someone who catches you when you fall.

Everyone's alone at one time or another,

And what we need best is a best friend's hand,

Someone to cheer with us when we are soaring,

And when we fall, to help us stand.

Copyright October 20, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.

My childhood friend

When I was small, I had a friend,

That no one else could see.

No one else knew she was real,

No one else but me.

I grew a little older,

 But she was still my only friend.

Just us, as one, for so, so long,

I thought that it would never end.

I talked to her,

And she responded,

Many words were exchanged,

Sometimes she had a different form,

But she was still the same.

I grew older again,

And it was quite surprising to see,

For my friendship circle of one,

Expanded to three.

In time, I forgot my childhood friend,

But sometimes in the night,

I remember her, now distant and sad,

And I try to make things right.

But she was gone, no longer there,

So I did what I could do,

I encased her inside a book,

So others could share her, too.

She is helping others now,

But I've found new friends.

But I remember when I promised

That ours wouldn't end.

I cannot tell you who she is,

For she doesn't have a name,

But she is there for everyone,

No matter if they are the same.

There are those who do not care

For what she does for all,

But I gave her away to try to help

All those, the great and small.

One day, perhaps, we'll meet again,

And smile happily,

And maybe then, when she is there,

The whole world can see.

Copyright October 16, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This  post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author