I have a vague sense of remembrance
Of one specific memory – of a memory.
This so-called memory is just myself
Recognizing a photo of my three-year-old self.
I see a younger version of myself
In a room that’s not exactly a room.
There he is, holding a polaroid picture
In his left hand; it’s one of a younger version of himself.
The three-year-old totters down a hill
Surrounded by puppies, and he likes it – a lot.
So do I, and it’s not a bad memory
Of a picture to look back on.
Yeah, this actually is the earliest memory I can conjure up. I would love comments and questions, as well as suggestions.