Poetry | Grasping for Heartfelt Memories at Dusk
- Omnibus
- Jun 27, 2018
- 1 min read
By Audrey Russell
June 21, 2018
As the warm rays of tender, piercing light
slip down the side of the Earth I
stretch an arm out to my twelve-year-old self
wishing I could write a letter to her. I’m
longing for her to hear my words of encouragement.
“Grab hold of this moment!
Cherish these minutes! Please. For my sake.”
I watch as the cool, sweet juice drips down her chin and around the
curvature of her neck. She
races for a napkin and Papa starts to chase her with a hose. She
giggles and runs away screaming in
delighted terror as the lightning bugs
begin their evening dance. A tear
slips down my cheek as I pull back my arm into reality
hoping I received an inkling of joy from my memory.
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