A happy time
Ice cream cones dripping down my fingers as we climbed into the backseat after a day at the beach/the pavement burning my bare feet to embed the memory.
Drive-in movies/all in pajamas with popcorn, falling asleep, never seeing the ending
Stuck in the back seat with three on the way to Nebraska/singing songs to make the time go by/not being able to sleep/sweat and breath too close/miles of cornfields. No a/c, no GPS/no Apple.
A sad time
The first family split/he’s going off to college/others marry, splitting atoms and reproducing
It’s all disturbing/They called it growth/to me it was invasive and erosive/I didn’t connect those words then.
A time of understanding
We never would fit in the backseat again.
You see, I wasn’t finished.
-Today’s prompt…things you remember that connect you. Poetry sometimes is sad. Day 29 NaPoWiMo. net.