A poem for the reader's I don't have:

Remember

My baby teeth would recall 

Smiles from daydreams ago

But they’ve left me

these old pearls in their place.

My feet would recall

twirling to folk music, in haste;

spilling from grandpa’s accordion,

to the life I thought would befall.

But I’ve left them, absentees,

this me in my place.

The disappointment, though

all my old parts would have never expected.

Or those smiles from daydreams ago.

 Copyright Y.Z.