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
We’ve longed for you.
Have you arrived yet?
It’s not your steaming heat
It’s the luminescence of your sun
I haven’t anticipated the lush leaves,
It is the twinkling shadows I admire
While the blooming flowers bring me Joy,
The pallet of colors really creates the season.
Some may complain about the noise,
But the children’s laughs and the birds’ songs are the music I cherish.
Grand ballerinas across the stage of their audience
Regal football players as they out maneuver the opponent
A mother’s attention to her prodigy’s radiance
Curtain calls on the operatic melodies
Effervescent snowflakes dancing in a moment
Featherweight champions shimmy on the gradient
Under the umbrella sheltered from the bouquet’s drink
Loving attention to her patriarch at the brink
An ordinary morning with celebration
It wasn’t so 15 years ago
Do the commuters in the cars know?
As they drive to their destination
Today the sun shines and birds sing
Not so 15 years ago
It was a blessing rain woe
The guests proclaimed it was a thing.
There have been ups and downs we agree
Sadness and true blessings though
Sometimes why’s when we were low
Most of all, it was meant to be
A Spring stroll reveals so many secrets
The shrunken shadows no longer freeze
The sun has reached new steepness
The cool air makes way for the warm breeze
A midwest snow storm has a quick deadline
The snow tries to hide amongst the shortened shadows
The powdery blanket and the scent of pine;
The trick they play on me will soon expose
That the bright, yellow rays give up the secret
The rebirth of green is glorious
It is not only Godly, but secular in its reoccurring sequence
The green bunches of long leaves are victorious
As they burst through the dark, wet dirt
A serenade of thumping woodpeckers
As well as Chirping Peepers give way to a concert
One season has moved aside unwillingly
The following will appear capriciously