summer in your house the morning light poured in spilling on the chenille like warm milk dishes clattering in the kitchen as you made breakfast          

no worries

          I think about those days of barefeet, scraped knees, sunburns, mosquito bites and garden dirt…            


          she strained to hold on to the good parts when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off            


          there were those hot sticky nights picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass waiting for the fireworks we chased fireflies              

in her house

          “Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs” ~ George Eliot