Blackberry Memories
We’d fill our buckets to the brim--
my brother, sis, and I--
and rush the juicy berries home
for Grandma’s cobbler pie,
our oatmeal, or for Mama’s jam . . .
sweet scenes from days gone by.
Those berries came to mean much more
than something good to eat.
They symbolize my innocence
before I was to meet
the complex workings of this world.
Not all of life’s a treat!
Today I smile and spread my jam
on lightly buttered toast.
My sometimes-friend Nostalgia’s come
to play the welcome host
of memories of childhood days,
the ones I relish most.
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