Poems from long ago

I found a shoe box filled with papers from long ago. Some of them were poems that I wrote or I identified with so much that I copied down to keep for always. They were from different phases of my young life so unless I have a strong memory of the circumstances of writing it I couldn't tell you when I wrote it. If someone else wrote it I usually wrote the name of the author at the bottom. If I wrote it I usually didn't sign it. When I was in high school I was on the staff of the literary magazine, so at that time I was pouring out sappy poems at a rapid pace. And then there were other poems that were written as class assignments. I can't remember them all and I didn't keep all of them. I don't really write poetry anymore. I think that is something that a lifetime of depression has stolen from me. Maybe I should try to take it back. But there was one poem in the shoe box that wasn't attributed to another author, but I don't remember writing. It echo's my early school days, and maybe I wrote it in 4th or 5th grade but I am nervous about claiming it as mine. It goes like this:

One shouting at me.

Two laughing at me.

Three saying they'd rather be,

Four playing without me.

Five, and not one is me.

When I said a lifetime of depression I meant it. The first time I can recall being so deeply sad that I'd call it depression I was five years old. I don't have a ton of readers, but if those who do read this will let me know if you have ever come across this poem and who wrote it, that would be greatly appreciated.

As a point of reference this is a poem that I wrote about my mother after she died.

I can still recall your face,

that time by grace has not erased.

I still feel your hand upon my head,

as you tucked me into bed. 

I'm grateful now that in this place,

I can still recall your face.

I pray that time by grace, will not erase,
the loving image of your face.

I love you Mom forever. I'm looking forward to forever