Familiar focus

The most vivid of memories

Formed before I knew the meaning,

Dreaming, then awakening to warm breakfast.

A side of food for thought,

Bible lessons that manifested

Years later from a pullpit.

The freedom summer, watching in

Hopeful ambition from the ambiance.

Watchful of the adults,

Slowly picking apart conversations;

Although too young to comprehend.

Picking from what I did know,

And pretending to be lost
In my childlike mind.

A Sunday afternoon conversation

Covered in political debates

And family ties.

I tried to cherish, yet unknown

To the reality this would end; but

Memories still blow through windows

On hot summer days in the cool breeze.


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