When I Was Young
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When I was young my father had grape vines growing by my window
every morning I would inhale the fresh air of morning and awaken
to large leafy branches full of vigor full of red juicy grapes
They were hued with different shades of purple and plum
Now that I am old it is hard to grasp the exact feeling I once had
how the sampling of one grape could make my taste buds soar
I would glide the window shut and go into the backyard
to stand underneath a parapet heaven of fruit
Dad would be watering the tomatoes and telling jokes
once in a while he would turn the hose my way and I would gasp
as I scampered about with a berry in my hands
I'd clasp on to a memory of dad and I
It was a summer of youth and frolic
one I wish I could hold on to as the years fly by
But as I clutch a fading memory, the handles of time move forward
leaving me with longing, for another grapevine day of fun...
June 26, 2021
Sponsor Name: Constance La France
Contest Name: Writing Prompt Grasp
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