POEM - The 1972 Incident (Jean Piaget Remix)

There are years

Sprinkled throughout history

That I care about

Deeply and significantly

There are others

Almost completely off my radar

Case in point

Other than my eventual fascination

With a girl born in that year

I have little attachment to 1972

I was alive I am assured

And a year old for most of it

I know where I lived

But only circumstantially

My first hand recollection

Vanished

Nearly as soon as it happened

So I am dubious  

I wonder at times

What I was put through

What indecency I endured

That caused me to block so much

In later years

I knew my parents

To be upstanding people

Pleasant and well behaved

But those first few years

I think they might have been

In some horrifying way

Different

And who they were later

Just show they put on

Once I started asking questions

I’ve been kept in the dark

I must have been

Because I simply don't remember

Those precious formative years

I really can't even be sure

These are my actual parents

Maybe they are just kid collectors

Picking off innocents

That looked eerily similar

And then told us all

We were a family

That would make sense

Sounds like just the thing

The type of person

Who would force a baby

To forget their memories

Would probably do

We'll now I'm all worked up

Thanks mom and dad

For making 1972

Such a traumatic year

I won’t forget it ...

This time!