Memories

Remember the time when you ruined my hairdo,

And got shouted at by my mother?

You had to take a comb and fix my hair,

Just as it was before.

You had no idea what you had to do,

But still you attempted your best.

And even though I ended up looking like a poodle,

I appreciated your effort.

Remember the times you teamed up with my brother,

And teased me till I would cry?

I would bawl till someone came to attend to me,

And then shout at both of you.

Achieving that, my tears would mysteriously dry up,

And a smile would light my face.

Now even though the teasing, crying and complaining

Are old and forgotten habits,

Their memories continue to live in my mind,

Like faded photographs in an album.

I look at them when I’m bored,

I look at them when I’m depressed,

And I look at them now,

As I write you this poem.

-Rhea. B

08.11.07

(On my cousin bro’s birthday)