In my childhood,
I helped Mother in the house,
went to school, was praised by teachers,
threatened with an eighteen-inch ruler,
played with siblings and friends,
was harassed by schoolyard bullies.
As a teen-ager, I went to high school,
to the prom, graduated.
In my adult years, I went to college,
got a job, was married.
When I grow old,
can’t see, hear, or walk,
depend on others,
I’ll remember my life.
This is the last poem in my collection, How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver. To hear me read it and sing a song about an old cat remembering her younger years, visit https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/i%20remember-memory.mp3 .