Hello everyone,

This year, I am doing my poem a day a little differently. I am writing a new poem every day, and these blog posts will go more in-depth on the process.

The word from the random word generator was HISTORY

Here is the poem:

I wonder how I'll look back on the present.
What I'll tell the future about now.
How we survived it. 
I wonder what parts will make it to the history books 
and if the narrative will be accurate to what was lived.
I wonder if the future has the questions I do now:
How did this happen?
How did it get so far?
Does anyone care?
I hope it doesn't have to keep repeating itself.
History, I mean.
I wish it was listened to the first time. 

How many things do we have to go through that feel like very important moments in history? I wonder about how, if I ever have children and they decide to have kids, they will inevitably ask me, ” What was it like living through *insert the present day here*” and I will have to think about what to say. Does anyone else think about this, or is it just me?

Read more of my poems here: My Poetry