I still remember- being told things that mattered. As a child- I learned why things had happened. Somewhere along the way those lessons disappeared. As if there was no chance it could happen again. It's not like- children don't need them. Someone decided it wasn't important. Rather than find out who they are They are encouraged to become someone else. It's what they taught me. It's what they left behind. It's what they taught me. Before they changed their minds The older I become... The more I wonder If ignorance is truly bliss or just the name of the road- away from truth. I worry now- for my children's children... If they don't know what I know- How can they prevent what happened- To my Grand parents? what was the point of remembering? It's what they taught me. It's what they left behind. It's what they taught me. Before they changed their minds.
