The Ride Home, a poem

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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Winter Morning

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 up from the remains

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…

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.

 

Summer has arrived

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.

Graceful

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

Anniversary

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

Happy Anniversary!