I Just Forget Poem by Fiona Schwartzinoff

I am still that little girl
The one who loved seashores
And books and lollipops.
But sometimes… I just forget.

I look in the mirror and stare
In horror in amazement – in shock!
Who was this teenager wearing
Hipster glasses and a few pimples?
What was this mind filled with SAT questions
And transcripts and essays and school?
Where was the little girl with long red hair
With a rather wistful look gazing into fantasy?
Where was the mind filled with tales of Narnia
And cats and dolphins and lost feathery hats?

I laugh and shrug it off.
We all grow up some day.
But I walk away petrified.
I am the same girl – aren’t I?

Of course!
But sometimes… I just forget.