Not best friends, but friends indeed
Your kindness radiated from your smile
Never was your company shadowed in scorn
The kindness of your heart touched me
Others have made the same claim
This is a legacy you leave
to me and your children of many
I wish the last time I saw you
That I would have known
It was the last time I would see you.
I would have told you all of this.
Good bye and rest in peace.
The alarm sounds
I want to ignore it, but I don’t
The coffee pot chimes to me
I can’t ignore, and I don’t
The cold air envelopes my wet body
I want to hide from it, but I don’t
The arctic winds slap my face
I want to give in, but don’t
The commuter train chauffeurs me
I want to run from it, but I don’t
The office houses me for 7 hours
I want to escape it, but I don’t
The chores burden me every night
I want to neglect them, but I don’t
I crawl back into the comfort of my bed
Satisfied I pushed through this day
Ready to do it all again
Where do you go to think?
Reminisce, regret, and rejoice?
We ponder adventures and question those not taken.
It’s the place to consider beginnings,
But also judge the finales.
What if’s are asked
Maybe I should’s are questioned
Mental reprises trouble us.
Melodies, choruses, and chatter flow from the speakers.
I enjoy the solitude amongst the four doors.
Often alone, but at times in Company.￼￼￼￼￼
￼￼￼￼The small metal chamber is a necessity,
But oh how I need the therapy of the ride home.￼￼
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Bright sunshine canvasses the spiderwebbed branches
It has tricked me in its brightness
I am nostalgically transported to my front porch
June of my fifth year
Similar sapphire skies and majestic sunshine return me here
I innocently bask in its comfort
This January morning brutally returns me to the present
Bitter air prickles my face
This sky is mischievous
I’ll be content in the warmth of this fond memory
She looks and she mourns
They are cherished and shared
Hauntingly, they hold her back
This ending opens the door
To a new beginning
The smiles are afraid to run across, they crawl
She doesn’t have to forget
All won’t be lost
The remains remain
Within her heart
There is room for more.
I remember breezy early summer mornings; the bright seasonal sun shining through the leaves on the front sidewalk.
I remember the smell of the fresh paint of our Raggedy Ann and Andy themed room. Blue, red, white.
I remember waking for a middle of the night snack of mom’s fried chicken; two thieves in the night.
I remember family t.v. night crammed together on the back porch; sitting on the circular rainbow colored rug hugged by Nana’s crocheted blanket.
I remember the white bread sandwiches cut into triangles I ate in grampa’s kitchen for the last time; the rest of the family was attending his funeral.
I remember sitting in the wood paneled station wagon for what seemed like an eternity as my parents bought our new home; bigger yard, better neighborhood, fresh start.
I remember the first day at my new school, powder blue pleated skirt and nylons; a 4th grader teased me.
I remember the end of the summer block party where we met friends with whom we’d share years of childhood memories.
I remember graduations with new dresses, new shoes and tassels dangling in my face.
I remember the tearful goodbye as I embarked into adulthood at the university.
I remember an entire new set of memories; new friends, drinks, parties, laughter and tears.
20 years remembered in a mere page.
sounds like chip, chip, chip
sounds like sharp and short
sounds like right out the window
grapes, they eat
grapes, they steal
sounds like jellyfish; the sound squirms from the yard into my inner ear
disc jockey’s voice is annoying like the chipmunk chirp
sounds like an alarm clock during my summer break
my lake is their home
peanut butter can be put on a trap to catch the chipmunk
orchestra; sometimes there are so many in the neighborhood chirping as a song
ducks add their own accompanyment to the opus from my yard
love I do not the early morning chirp of the chipmunk