Do you remember?

Do you remember
going
on the
National Express?

It all
smelt
so fusty

and there were
biscuit crumbs
all
over the floor.

Do you remember
when the cow
disturbed
your picnic?

You
were
only tiny,
and there were
only ever smiles
glazed on faces;

but
behind
closed doors
there were bruises.

No matter
how yellow
the future appears
there will always be
black marks
behind your eyes.

Do you remember
your podgy little arms
and your
eczema-caked face?

You smiled
even though
you
didn't
understand
the pain;

you smiled
because
it came naturally.