Big White House (Age 3)
Up the creaky wooden steps, you go with your short toddler legs
Taking each step one at a time.
The small red chair that sits on the big white porch, is your place to sit while mom juggles through her jangly keys trying to open the door
The big white house that you stepped foot in every day for the past three years, actually wasn’t that big.
You did not realize that your space mirrored the space on the other side of the wall
Your innocent mind did not care
This was your big white house
Empty Lots (Age 7)
Dear Empty Lots,
Even though you’ve moved on to be a tall fancy apartment complex, I will remember your everlasting presence in my memories. I understand that you had no choice in the decision to house hundreds of people but thank you for being the home of many playful days and nights. Thank you for the soft grassy fields that allowed us to take off our shoes and run free. Kickball and tag will never be the same. The many picnics with the generic red and white plaid sheet filled our open evenings with jokes and yummy food. I promise to honor you by remembering the many memories that my childhood holds. Thank you Empty Lots.
The Alley (Age 12)
Long dusty roads
We covered our mouths when a car rolled by
Careful not to inhale the remnants
Big blackberry bushes
Summertime is prime time for the juicy fruits
The cuts and scratches were worth every bite
Gossip and stories
Our middle school days revolved around the backstabbing
But the turnabout was always led in a positive direction
The alleys were a shortcut to our next destination
Shielding us from outside elements that could hinder our peaceful walk