Bittersweet Days (HOME)

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97504
United States
42° 20' 15.432" N, 122° 47' 7.8108" W

The breeze blowing,

The birds singing,

The crickets chirping,

All of it reminds me of you.

The smell of the crisp air,

A distant moo from the farmer's cow,

The daisies that grow along the fence line,

All of it reminds me of you.

The big pine by the propane tank,

The little hickory growing tall,

The "helicopter: tree behind the basketball net,

All of it reminds me of you.

The grapevine by Snuffy and Suk-Juk's graves,

The raspberries growing down the front hill,

The apple tree that marked Snuffy's corner,

All of it reminds me of you.

The creaky old windmill atop the farmer's hill,

The place of the long ago duck pen,

Snuffy's spot under the lilac bush,

All of reminds me of you.

The red willow tree by the corner of the house,

The snowball bush by the other corner,

The crab-apple tree that always gave me allergies,

All of it reminds me of you.

The old garden space you loved so much,

The back deck where Kayla and I spent our days,

The sliding screen Rivas tried to run through,

All of it reminds me of you.

The big doorway we always decorated with blue and sliver and Christmas,

The antique stereo cabinet where the bird cage sat.

Uncle Sonny's old blue chair where he always sat,

All of it reminds me of you.

The burn marks on the carpet from Uncle Sonny's smokes,

The old green couch with the hide away bed,

The big oak entertainment center,

All of it reminds me of you.

The marks down the hall from Uncle Sonny's crutches,

The bathroom with the gap in the door.

All of it reminds me of you.

My room was always a mess,

Grandma's old room, then Uncle Sonny's,

Uncle Sonny's old room, then yours.

All of it reminds me of you.

The stairs Kayla and I slid down in our sleeping bags,

The downstairs bathroom with a Jacuzzi,

All of it reminds me of you.

The back room with the furnace,

Mine and Kayla's old play room, my old toy chest still there,

The back storage room,

All of it reminds me of you.

I think of all the times we shared,

All the laughs and tears,

I think of all the memories made and,

All of it reminds me of you.

This poem is about: 
My family

Comments

Amy Orozco

I wrote this poem on the 3 month anniversary of the Lord calling my mama home to Glory. the place that it is about, is located in a small town in wisconsin, we were far from wealthy but my mama did what she had to do to raise her three children and take care of an ill mother and brother, it wasnt a lot but it was our little acre and half of property and my mama did everything she could it make it our little piece of the world, we have since moved from there but, It our home and it is one of my favorite places in the world.

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