Staring out the window

Feeling a morning

Breeze, chilling

Me, I stare out

Seeing not the

Uncut grass

Or the massive

Tree beyond the window

Seeing, feeling the air

A state away

And several years


Eating a different


A paper bowl

Grandparents, siblings

A bear of me

Only seven

Grandpa working

Even so early

All of us girls

Still in gowns

And bare legs

Watching out for

The oak tree

And his poison ivy

Heat breaking

Upon so early

A morning

A cold bowl

Of cereal

But words

Not remembered

Just the loving

Feeling of