memory – Page 2 – Licht Years

remembering

when she referred to this color as old-lady-blue

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

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