A Lovely Memory
When being little was your super power
adored by grandparents who had gifts of love
always asking do you want more food more money
whatever could not be baked or made
was whisked away to buy from the store
Honeysuckle bushes sweeten the southern breeze
playing in the dirt under apple and pecan trees so fun
baking my skin just right for mosquito bites
yellow sun dancing in the cotton clouds
painting everything it touches with happy rays
sunflowers huge taller than me
with brown hearts to match my own
The door to door salesmen holding his hat
speaking nicely to us and the cat prowling
chasing butterfly in the Carolina sky so blue
The squeaky door means papa home from work
or visitor brings joy gossip and teal tall tales
The houses on sugar creek are charmed armed with character
just like the country folk who live in them
As rainbows slide the sky into eve
We play hide and go seek then chase
fireflies putting them in jars
traffic is slow like the times
And we get all our hearts desires
love food shelter fun and fantasy.
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