Upon being asked what the best day of my life is
I answer that I don’t remember
I don’t remember what day it was
Whether it was a Sunday
Or September sixth
Or the summer solstice
All I remember is the memories
The excitement surging through my body
The sight of my best friends by my side
The soreness of my feet
The hot summer breeze
And the dizzying laughter
Most of all, I remember
A smile lingering on my face
Even after the event has ended
No
I don’t remember the best day of my life
Why would I?
When I can choose to remember
The best memories
The best images
The best emotions
The best moments of my life
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The Best Moment of My Life
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for a creative writing club that I'm a part of at school. I did it in practically ten minutes because it was sort of last minute, so it's not that great. But I hope you'll like it!
