Colors of Youth

Yellow dough rolled around spiced fish,

Orange-tinted, soft, buttery kisses in every bite,

Bringing me back to times

When I was loved by so much.

The pre-school teacher's smile as bright

As summers spent riding my powder pink bike

On hot asphalt around Rockland Lake,

Shining like my father's silver tooth.

A time when bus rides back home

Were bizarrely humorous stories worth telling.

Singing "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands" at graduation

And other songs with many colorful children,

Red, yellow, black, and white.

Lovliness.

Pastel purple perennials blooming on the balcony.

Arts ad crafts with Marissa,

An almost empty bottle of Elmer's glue,

And markers I used to color over my birthmark with.

Birthdays.

Blue frosting with a crusty outside layer and horse shaped candles.

Visitors from my world would fill the one bedroom apartment with choral laughter

As "Frere Jacques" played on the stereo.

 

The first thing I ever stole was a caramel at Pathmark.

 

A myriad of bins filled with colorful sugar in front of my 4 year old eyes,

A myriad of memories. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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