Summer Memories

          June 4, 2011


       Memories from accessing the senses appear so real sometimes.  I thought I'd like to explore how many of my memories are enhanced by the senses.  This first poem arrived from a summer afternoon treat at a grandparents' home where I visited each summer through most of my growing up years.  I drank a Pepsi and here came the words!

Pepsi Time

Let me by transformed,

if only for a while.

I drink my Pepsi and become

a little girl again.

On the farm

humidity surrounds me.

insects surround-

hurting,

helping.

I escape upstairs

and read stories

from the “Post”,

that magazine of good fiction

I can’t find

anymore.

Newsprint smells

keep me satisfied

again.

For two weeks

I live my childish

life—

nothing to harm me,

no worries around me.

They love me,

daughter of their

lost son.

And feed me biscuits

and stars

                 and Pepsi.