My childhood is a blur
just like everyone else's
you didn't care what others thought
and your whole world revolved around
ice cream and December 24th

it's kinda black and white
the way your childhood holds
your worst and best
your papa telling stories
about pegasus touching the moon
or crying alone in your closet
because walls can hide so much

but the thing I remember most
is how much I was loved
through black and white
through every cry and tear
my mom brushed from my face

I guess at your worst
you must remember your best
even if
there are no presents on Christmas
or ice cream parlors open.

-- Zoe P., 9th-12th Grade