A Toast to Childhood

“Cheers, everyone!”
Glasses raise in salute.
“Clink glasses!” a child calls.

Same granddaughter who clapped and “yay”ed
following a somber hymn at my dad’s funeral.
That’s how her performances are received.

I smile and bend down
toward her happy face.
“Cheers, little one.”
Always.

cheers


dVerse Quadrille #70: Poems of Good Cheer

Playing from Memory

blue and white

When I was a child
we played with sticks, rocks and mud, and
garter snakes until they escaped
into the long grass of unmown fields.

We looked for frog eggs —
and later for tadpoles — in
murky ditches of standing water
alongside gravel roads.

We went barefoot
and sometimes forgot to sidestep
the patches of barbed sand stickers that
latched onto the soles of our feet.

When I was a child
growing up in a small town,
I never realized
what a privilege it was.


CFFC: Blue and White