Goodbye Elsie Grace

I wonder all the time who I am and I come up with nothing.

not that I'm nothing but I don't know who I am quite yet.

 

And this has helped, this has helped. 

 

But I guess I could start with being Abigail Waters.

I remember

I remember the voice of my grandpa when he sang some song he made up about ducks and whiskey.
I remember collecting things in Grandma's house and burying them in her front yard hoping it would be treasure when we dug it out again.
I remember finding out about my surprise 16th birthday party and then it not happening.
I remember the boy who showed up on my doorstep every year on Valentine's day for 3 years and how he didn't come last year.
I remember wishing it never ended.
I remember the jams I listened to as I cleaned my room in 7th grade.
I remember the first time I heard 'Skyscraper' by Demi Lovato and bawling because it hit me.
I remember the eye contact I made with this cute boy at SeaWorld and thinking I must've known him in the Pre-Mortal life or maybe I just hoped I knew him then.
I remember finding my lifeless bunny in her cage.
I remember the peace in my heart.
I remember the Tamagotchi that grew to be an adult and giving my all to keep it alive.
I remember my waist being a little bigger.
I remember thinking math was easy.
I remember swimming in Grandma Linda's pool and eating sundaes and that she wasn't our biological grandma.
I remember hating Golum and still hating him because he ruined any chance of having a dream as a child.
I remember how we only cared about the next time we'd get to play.
I remember wandering the halls hoping somebody would stop and talk with me.
I remember watching your chest rise and fall.

I remember you.

Man Killed

Freckles on Me

My mom always said that the freckles sprinkled across my face were spots where angels had kissed me before. 

After being in an accident I gained a lot of new specks on my head, where I'd been severely injured. 

The ones on my hands are from the princes that have treated me with a respect I hope they treat their future wives with.

Freckles appear on my ears every time a song touches my heart and it happens a lot at live performances. 

The ones on my lips are from the boys I've kissed and good food I've eaten. 

The summer memories resides on my shoulders and knees where the big sun above hit so many times. 

And the angels aren't always the ones you can't see.  The marks are from every where and nearly everyone who touched a part of you that hadn't been touched before.

The people you regret letting into your life are the ones that turn into moles that turn into cancer. 
They are bound to get back at you for hurting them.

  I hope the freckles remain freckles, and the moles remain moles.