Forgetting

They say you won’t remember me
If I should die today.
You aren’t old enough quite yet
For memories to stay.

All the reading, rocking, holding,
All the tickles and the laughter
Are considered just a prelude
To the time that will come after.

If I disappeared tomorrow
I’d be gone without a trace
And, according to the experts,
I’d be easy to replace.

So I’ll try to keep on living
For I don’t want to depart
‘Til I’m certain there’s a piece of me
That’s Velcroed in your heart.

And the only one with access
To that piece of me inside
Is the one who would forget me
If I prematurely died.