Flavors of home

Revisiting

Memories of my first home once,

Not suppressed,

But no longer prominent

Within my hippocampus,

Bring me sepia summers

Of bare feet,

Sprinting down the concrete,

With gum balls for eyes,

After trucks playing tunes

Made of ice cream,

We were goofing

Under cotton candy clouds

Pasted in blue skies,

And we fall back in the grass,

Tanned skin in contrast

With cartoon bandaids

Placed by Dad,

The taste of water from the hose,

In mouths stained in sticky neon,

Safely tucked away

In our popsicle stick dream house,

Until we are called in for dinner

By Mom

The luckiest two

In full flavored

Moments of love