A Float With Memories

While afloat with memories of you, I recalled the beauty of your soul, the smell of your soap scented skin. While afloat with memories of you, my mind is impregnable of how the hem of your patched calico dress swept the dust from your worn-out shoes. While afloat with memories of you, I could see the way the sunlight gently touches your skin, baking your already brown hue. While afloat with memories of you, I can see the kink of your premature gray tresses in clear view. While afloat with memories of you, I fondly relive the moments of your callous hands warmly and gently caressing my waiting cheeks, and brushing back my tight curls from my face. While afloat with memories of you, I know that these warm memories in my heart hold a resting place. While Afloat with memories of you, in the mid-afternoon darkness fell over me, and vividly in the darkness I see the secrets of your unfinished years. During this what seems to be an eternal measurement of time, I saw my father in his destructive brutality deplete you. During this what seems to be an eternal measurement of time, I heard your pleas and screams that pierced the southern sky and stirred the tall green fescue. It was not the first time that this darkness enfolded me. It is not the first time that I felt the burning in my nose, ringing in my ears and the clamorous pounding against my encephalon. Not wanting to belong anymore to this wretched darkness, the noon daylight filtered through, yet I know that this familiar painful memory will be forever an impingement and will forever remain strong.