can i tell you a story?
can i share a memory?
all about the days when we were twelve or thirteen...
when summer smelled like horses,
saw mills and fresh raspberries,
when our biggest worry was
getting in before dark,
when the world beyond the pasture
felt like home.
now i get to tell this as a story
and i get to live it as a memory...
when in the summer i cherish
all the raspberries i can find,
when it seems like all i have
are worries,
when the pasture is gone and
now im buying my own home.
this is my life
I savor.
I remember.
I share.
1 comment:
I know I'm bad and don't comment on each one but I really love this project of yours!!! Love seeing your creativity and what you come up with each week! You're so brilliant and your poems are incredible! Love you, pretty lady! xoxo
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