Allen Beilschmidt Sr. Poet Free verse

I Am Made of Moments

I am from spaghetti
from tomato pie and pigs feet dipped in sause

I am from mt Italian neighborhood
(treeless city streets.

I am from my grandfather's house
who I never met

I am from yellow Duncan yo yos
and Wiffle ball bats

I am from the Aunt
who loved me like a mother

The bus rides to Asbury Park
sitting 'round the pool deck in
wooden lounge chairs.

The sting in my nose  from a salty ocean
The sand in my hair
to neon rides in the twilight.

I am from those moments memories are made;

Days so swiftly squandered away

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Judy Ball April 12, 2019 at 10:57 AM Very well expressed my friend. I could see the boy in my mind's eye experiencing all those things that come back to us when we are simply doing nothing. The home cooked dinners made with loving hands, the games played in the streets, the trips to the park, the beach, etc. All those things help to make up the person we are today. Loved this. God Bless and Happy Easter to you and yours. JB Allen Beilschmidt Sr. April 12, 2019 at 11:35 AM Thank you so much Judy. And a happy Easter to you as well