memories

My life has been kiddie pools

on the porch,

scrubbing floors

with Grandma,

letting the little minnows

nibble my toes in the creek.

Its been loved by everyone,

church all time,

and an abundance of home-cooked meals.

Its been full of sweet iced tea,

sandy lake bottoms,

sun-kissed faces,

and bible verses.

It was the familiar smell of sunscreen

and chlorine soaked swim suits,

watching sunsets in the driveway

and waiting for the stars to come out.

Its catching lightning bugs,

eating potluck after church every Sunday,

feeling like you're flying once the swing goes high enough,

and sitting in the cold auditorium

of the tabernacle.

And its all trapped in the dozens

of photo albums

stacked on shelves,

and in the deep parts of my mind

that will never let go of the memories.