Do you remember?

by Scooter12345

A poem that I wrote inspired by the fact that this is my 3rd year anniversary to the date that I became a Mizzy. Febuary 2, 2008 I was sick and I went to see the show. This is for you Victor Hugo, your words have broken the statue.

Do you remember?

This is my 3rd year anniversary of being a Les Miserables fan. And this is my Pouviare esq. tribute

. . . .

Three years ago,

Afraid as to so much so speak,

Till you found

And revived me,

With words for a people in need.

Three years ago,

I kept my head bowed ever so low.

I never said a word to offend,

Oft' did I pretend,

That I was in a far off place,

Where the things, that didst you speak,

Were true.

When I found you,

It was a pleasant dream.

Because for five years hadst I been asleep.

Dreaming,

Hoping,

and Praying

For your gift to me.

So may I ask you,

Do you remember me?

I was the little blond,

I sang along,

I let a statue's facade,

Melt away as you fought,

Atop barricades,

My friends, and brothers,

Protectors hence before,

I hadn't known,

Do you remember me?

I was the poet who eagerly anticipated,

Every move,

I waited for you to arise from where you slept.

I pen lines of my own fair verse,

For others to read an cherish now,

But it was your soft voice that call,

That lead me there.

So, Do you remember me?

I was the little girl,

The tiny one,

Seven rows back,

Three years ago,

I knew all the phrases,

My ethics,

My religion,

All my prayers.

Word for word,

I knew them all,

I never knew why.

Until I met you,

Your humanity,

Your love of my race,

Guides me through.

When I cry in the middle of the night,

I read your words,

And it's always alright,

It's the philosopher's touch I think,

So, Do you remember me?

Three years,

It seemed as though,

I was transformed,

By sweet and simple songs,

About Red and Black,

About Dawns that would come,

And Barricades that would rise,

All about the Stars in the sky,

I've learned so much.

From how to say hello,

How to date,

And how to say,

Goodbye.

This poem is dedicated to Les Miserables, Victor Hugo and Strep throat, which is what I had when I first saw it, my fever was 101 and I decided I had to go. It changed my life and I will never forget it February 2, 2008. I also would like to say a HUGE thanks to the people who pushed for us to be able to go see it. They were my 6th and 7th grade Literature and Language Arts teachers. I miss them so much and with out their guidance I wouldn't be able to write like this. So thank you. All of you. And God Bless.