Poetry

Building A Memory

written by Janice Bumbalough Marler

As the summer rain pelts down
I take shelter under an old oak tree,
Breathing in the freshness of the fallen Spring rain,
I wade in the warmth of puddles left behind,
And I splash with childhood glee,
Stooping down, I pick up sand and watch it
Fall between my fingers onto the ground;

Shh, listen to the sound
Of my laughter as I play,
I'm building memories that will never fade away

When I lie down on my back
In the fresh cut grass,
I feel very small as I watch
Clouds pass overhead;
I paint pictures of the sky,
On canvasses in my mind,
With indigo and red;

Shh, listen to my laughter as I play I'm building memories that will never fade Away,

Today, as an adult, I don't often take the time to play,

but I have childhood memories
Stored, in a box, on a special shelf,
For special days,
And when I see the pelting rain, or orange and Indigo sky‚s I retrieve my box and
Become a child again.

Now I watch as my children wade in puddles left behind from the Summer rain.

Shh, listen to their laughter
As they play, they're building memories that will
Never fade away.

Janice Bumbalough Marler * www.afamilyaffairus.com
First Serial Rights, September 09, 2003 - Revised May 20, 2005

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