Orange Memory

 citrus acidity
 bringing to mind
 breakfasts half eaten,
 coffee
 warm and dripping
 down the sides
 of my porcelain cup
 in moments of
 sleepy eyed awakening.
 orange juice pulp
 and grinning
 youthful smiles -
 days gone by,
 at times
 nearly forgotten.
 my life was once filled
 with joyful noise.
 now i itch
 at the empty space
 where those
 memories
 used to be.
 
- 11/22/1993 10:13am - kenneth p rougeau jr

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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