Picking raspberries is my favorite
childhood memory with the sun shining
at my back with a gentle, tickling breeze
on my nose as drifting clouds scud above,
aerial messengers of happiness.
Secondly, the breaking waves at Jones Beach,
building sandcastles as the tide rolls in,
demolishing the castle gate and turrets,
the oncoming waves washing all to sand,
as seagulls circling above caw in blue
while the sun erased the passage of time.
What is your favorite childhood memory?
How often do you recollect childhood?
