Memory of Mid-Morning
Michelle Tovar
What is it about this time of the day
that reminds me so much of you?
The sticky summer air wraps around
your azalea covered porch.
Chairs worn and rusted
from long days under your watchful eye.
You always called me in
from my scraped-knee adventures.
Climbing trees was important then
to an eight year old explorer,
bravely sitting atop the world.
Cicada love songs
would serenade the rising sun
just before noon.
And I can still taste
the cool crisp lemonade
and the tomato rich
for lunch.
Years have passed,
these moments comforted,
in gentle arms of mid-morning.
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