(Note: Written when I was a teenager)
It’s grape popsicles frozen in plastic
It’s my grandmothers muffins
It’s the blazing heat down south
And the cool breeze up north
It’s the polar bear jumping in the pool again
The learning to swim even if not “properly”
It is the realization of everything passing me by
It is the keeper of long held secrets
And the release of that pain
It’s the cool sip of soda
And some lemonade
It is the bright blue punch stain
The doom of all those weak to warmer weather (see people from Illinois)
And the cool metallic showers that were at the trailer park
It is the relieving all of the pain of school and
Wishing I thought of it two months earlier
It’s the quiet days alone sitting and reading new books
That I had got the previous winter
It is the nights dancing my heart away
It holds more truth and too much time to think
It’s growing up as we desperately grasp to hold on to youth
It’s trips to the lake
It’s holding on
And it is letting go
It’s my reminder
Of all the sorrows
And all the joys I have experienced
Throughout my childhood
And a reminder of the last 2 still to come
It’s hope
It’s answers
It’s almosts and just not quites
It’s a part of me
Atlas Ez Poetry 