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.