tell about anniversaries, celebrations, trips, gifts… 

(on today’s slip of paper drawn from the jar)

was I really there?
did it really happen?
why don’t I remember?

so the story goes…
we were in Europe for 2 years
the tender age of 5
kindergarten on the army base
school pictures to prove it

the memories I have
look suspiciously
like the flickering images
from the home movies we took
with the vintage clicking sound
in the background
made by the projector…

smile at the camera!
was that really me?
that little blonde girl
standing at the
leaning tower of Pisa
or in the endless
fields of tulips in Holland
with the windmills
in the background

was I really at the
Octoberfest in Germany
or camping in the Alps?
did I really see all those
cathedrals and castles?

was I really there?
did it really happen?
why don’t I remember?