She Doesn't Remember

She doesn't remember.

I felt so sorry for her
When my sister didn't recognize
The house I described

She doesn't remember
The little green ferns and curlicues--
Tiny vines to wrap around fingers.

She doesn't remember
A path through the trees to school
Behind the backyards.

She doesn't remember
That Mom threw 100 pennies
Out the back door for us to find.

She doesn't remember
Going kitty-corner cross the street
For homemade after-school snacks.

She doesn't remember
Laying head and hands on
Andy's mom's pregnant belly in wonder.

She doesn't remember
But I do-- I remember Omaha
Through first-grade eyes.