When I Was Young

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