Posted in Art, Poetry

Grandpa’s barn — pieced fabric
With home in the distance
and the dandelion chains grounded,
i jostle my memory again
dream of days spent carefree.

Watching butterfly wings grace grasses

—grown, in a star’s twinkle

home.

Seeking out salamander’s rock ledge.
Finding fox’s buried bones emerge.
Dipping toes in granite pond.

Stirring grandma in the kitchen.
Windowsill of blue jar pickles.
Pies and noodles baked delicious.

As the cow’s path erodes.

Yesterday, trE posted a challenge to write a nostalgic childhood memory in five words, on her blog: A Cornered Gurl . I took it a step further and wrote a poem as I recalled the magical summers on the farm.

Life is bittersweet. Under the layer of happiness is another layer of grief. And we build the mountains steep.

4 thoughts on “

      1. Oh, it’s fine the way you had it. I usually spell it like that mostly on here so folks know the emphasis is on the “E.” Lol. It’s no biggie at all.

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  1. This is so, so beautiful and you can feel how special each moment is. Makes you just want to go back to those days, sometimes. I really loved your after note, it struck a chord within me and I resonate too.

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