Enough

I remember when the whole kindergarten class played kissing tag every recess.
Most of us secretly wanted to lose.

I remember fighting every lunchtime in fourth grade to prove I was a man
and never winning, but still growing up to be a man at the same rate as everyone else.

I remember when mom sang for our family talent show.
The music was malfunctioning as if performing didn't make her nervous enough.
Dad was on his phone
and I didn't know how to clap loud enough to tell her how much I loved it.

Highland Elementary, Pokemon, Blockbuster, and getting in a sword fight with Captain Hook at Disneyland because I dressed up as Peter Pan.
They're all still there.
Going to a Yankees game with dad the year Jeter retired was mainstream and didn't change the world but I love it just the same.

I remember too many best friends and not enough about what happened, but it's okay.
I remember the days before love, happy, lonely, mourning, humor, hope and so many other words meant so much. And I know they'll mean more in the future.
I remember when Billy Joel was the closest company I had and I can't forget a word from greatest hits CD.

I forgot so much
but I remembered enough for a poem
nostalgia
and a little learning.

And I wouldn't ask for more or less.