confessions of a pre-teen poet

i just found a bunch of poetry that i wrote in junior high/early high school online. eek. you would think aol would throw this stuff out.

it just goes to show that if you put it out in cyberspace, it's probably going to be there forever. like a time capsule that shows you things you may not want to see.

these wonderful little written memories include (among others): "at arm's length" which ryan later turned into a song, "for my father" which i wrote after his death when i was 11, and a short prayer that i wrote during catechism classes:

i myself am thankful for
everything i have and more
my family, my friends
i hope we never part
i thank memories that never end
they belong inside my heart
i thank you god for being there
and for helping me to grow
as i journey through my life
my memories in tow

as silly as it sounds, i always remembered this prayer, and when i find myself looking for the right words (or any words), this sometimes pops in my head.

ah, to be 12 again. (not in a million years)