The Dawn Of My Remembrance

A new world; That is how it felt
in the backseat with a safety belt.
Voices I heard and the faces I seen
not only me but the windshield screen.
A garbled mass of guttural sounds
while we were going through towns.
Thinking back they seemed nice
but not like sugar and spice.
They must have been talking
as I was there only gawking.
It was the time before I knew
words that converse to you.
A fond memory; I still carry
as upon this earth I tarry.
My childhood's faint memory
when everything was sensory.
It is now just forbearance;
the dawn of my remembrance.