Young Writers Society

I AM FROM THE PAST
I am from mud
Muddy red rain boots
Rain washing away all my worries
And summer’s flowers
 
I am from rejoice
The first glimpse of sun for 6 months
Playing in the sprinkler naked
We don’t care
 
I am from church Sundays
Finely pleated dresses
And my best mary jane shoes
Driving in our Chevy to church
 
I am from picnics at the park
Red and white checker blanket
And egg salad sandwiches
Sweet juicy watermelon
 
I am from the radio
Little orphan Annie
Daddy’s politic radio show comes on
8:00 bedtime
 
I am from homemade dinners
Fried chicken and corn
Mommy’s chair next to mine
Daddy leads us in grace
 
I am from goodnight kisses
Laying in my baby quilt
The smell of daddy’s cigar tells me something is wrong
Loud, arguing voices come from their room
 
I am from the past
A time where mommy was all I needed
Her and my china baby doll
Riding home in the golden Chevy