The sun reminds me of childhood blissfulness.
A particular moment is not conjured, rather the nirvana of my youth.
As the dawn arrives, the sun paints the sky pale pinks mixed with powder blues and I am transported.
It’s cloudy in my mind’s eye; the glisten through the branches and leaves brings me to memories so long ago.
Yet not to a time rather a euphoria.
The nourishing warmth of the summer sunlight enjoying games on the front sidewalk.
The scarlet cardinals hiding amongst the branches serenade me as the sun is my spotlight.
Riding my bicycle to meet my friends was a juvenescent paradise.
Gone after an early breakfast not to return until midday.
This magical sun holds the power of time travel that I cherish.
Inspired by 2019 Slice of life; writing about memories.
Smile and learn to permit it
Don’t take things so seriously
Remember a lot of times it’s just not worth it
Pursue what you love rigorously
Fulfilled desires cultivates joy
Avoid that which you will regret
Times to recharge you must employ
Embrace it; it’s not a guilt beset
For if you follow these considerations
Granted to you will be unlimited commendations
The news was proposed
I was overjoyed; I clapped
They frowned and moaned
Promises and deals were counterattacked
They scowled and protested
I reassured fun will be had
They doubted and rejected
It really won’t be that bad
I had some allies
They made me smile
They gave me rise
We will go the mile
The month will be spent
I know they’ll be content
On all things poetry
In all of April, solely
The blanketing warmth of the sun; it stands higher in the sky.
The much anticipated longer afternoons; I’ve been rejuvenated.
The melodious birdsong of the cardinals; they are serenading Spring.
Mr. Robin Red Breast has returned to my lawn; he searches for a meal.
Her labored swallowing and glowing nose; she’s getting sick.
The droppiness of her big, beautiful eyes; she needs to get some rest.
His nails glidding across the linoleum; he needs his nails clipped.
A clump of his hair after I just finished vacuuming; his spring molting has begun.
The snow has vanished; stubby, brave sprouts have popped through the frozen ground.
Rivers are breeching their brims; the Spring melt is on.
TV and radio shows are preempted; Baseball takes precedence.
The hats and jersey’s are donned; Opening Day is near.
What I have noticed, Spring is here!
The shadows have changed their shapes;
the sun is peeking through differently.
The cardinals sing a song that teases me;
I love their melodies.
The warm air smoothes my skin;
it is a promise that Spring is near.
Hello’s and Goodbye’s
It will change her or his world
Goodbye with a smile
What am I made of?
Of hard work and persistence
Of tears and laughter spent with friends and family
City apartments and suburban houses
And swimming in pools and lakes, running on trails
Little kids and big kids
Sweat, headaches, yelling and lots of smiles
Listening and understanding
Pizza with pepperoni, pasta with a lot of cheese
Cannoli cakes for weddings and birthdays and for no reason at all
I am made of kindergarten through 8th grade math, history, and reading, drama and basketball.
An ear to listen, advice to give.
Overcoming illness that will not destroy me!
I am jokes and trust from home to Portage Park.