Tangled Words | Poetry by Maggie Grinnell
White covered pine trees frozen lake
Dad and his homemade
Metal toboggan whisking down the hill
Hot cocoa in coffee mugs, crunching white ice
Under the red buckled snow belts
Kids trying to ski down the Bunny Hill
At the nearest ski resort
Air—warm and stilling
Stars are bright
Crickets sendoff making calls
Outdoor café's full of people
I was sucking on a hard strawberry candy the other day and had the most
enjoyable memory. A movie, a song or some type of food will usually
remind me of a person, place or thing, but this memory was so vivid that I
felt I was there. The memory took me back to my childhood home.
My Mom in the kitchen making lemonade, wearing a white cotton apron
with laced edges. She is pushing half of a lemon down onto a dish to
squeeze the juices out but leave the seeds intact.
My memory then travels to the family room where on a big round oak
table is a vase that holds fresh cut flowers from the garden out back.
Walking outside to the patio, I look down the green afro turf covered stairs,
to my dog lapping up water in his steel bowl but ignoring the dry dog food
in the other identical bowl cause of the heat. By the dog is a water faucet.
Its' handle has been broken years ago so pliers are used to turn the little
metal knob. Someone has connected a hose to the faucet and turned it on.
Following the green snake, I see its' nose ends in the swimming pool to add
extra water. The sun is shining on the water and the wind is creating small
waves to make it look like a mini ocean.
My Mom tending to the carnations in the back garden with scissors and
gloves. My two younger brothers and my sister eating popsicles outside
while our German Shepard is attempting to lick each popsicle and failing.
This sounds like a Norman Rockwell moment, but it is my moment.
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