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.