I.
“Remember when…?” Can’t say I do
I remember instead the stories you tell.
And I’m sure your stories are quite true
“Remember when…?” Can’t say I do.
I’m full of holes, events slip through
But stories sometimes stick quite well.
“Remember when…?” Can’t say I do
I remember instead the stories you tell.

II.
Tales of me in school, I learn and grow
But never quite best in show
Just that bit too slow,
Like… you know.
Sheep

Tales of teen years, not much in there though
That’s when M.E. laid me low
Just that bit too slow,
Like… you know.
Sleep

Tales of my youth, fare to and fro
Keen to be doing, but no
Just that bit too slow,
Like… you know.
Weap

III.
Then come the lost years
The tales you can’t tell,
For you were not here –
Or I was not there
Which is the same thing
For our purposes.

Without my Boswell
I cannot recall
How I passed that time
Only that time passed
And now I make an
Effort to catch it.

My memories are yours
Please tell them to me
And maybe this time
I will remember.

Forms used:
I. = Triolet
II. = Triquint

Prompt: Write a poem about your childhood. Ideally this poem should contain between 1 and 5 numbered sections.