There are a few plants in my yard that were planted to represent memories from my childhood. There is one that was planted in a particular place because it was my favorite place to read. It is the lilac bush next to the chimney on the side of the house. Every time I walk by it, I remember.
I remember
sitting next to you
in silence
Are You There God? It's Me Margaret.
I remember
standing next to you
lunging forward
waiting for the rolling ball
to kick across the yard.
I remember
the patch of grass
along the chimney,
a cushion for me
as I sat lost in story.
I remember
the patch of dirt
worn from moving feet,
a time when children
played for hours outside.
And now,
in another place,
you stand
next to a chimney
waiting for me
to come sniff your
purple blooms,
which transport me
to another time.
I love reading your blog, but do not comment often. You are such a powerful writer using a variety of genres and forms. I love seeing your inspirations!
ReplyDeleteHeather, how have I missed your posts so far this month? I just saw the link on Leigh Anne's word buffet party post. I think this poem will inspire a post for me this month because as I read it, I thought of some of the things I remember from my childhood backyard. I like the format, and look forward to remembering my yard and things I did there.
ReplyDelete