A Memory From Childhood

One hot and dry noon day with a bit of
a breeze. I'm in the wheat. Rays melt my shirt
with my skin. The flower faces the sun.

It's Nanna's house. It holds three rooms.
It feels more like one when she's around.
Smoke filled and oppressive when she is around.
There is no exit.

The matriarch, with smokers lung is
thundering. Old and crooked in her
house coat. She eats cottage cheese
from a bowl.

Mom stands between her past
and future. Peaches she has. It will be
a small meal for three. This summer is
peaches and cottage cheese.

One hot and dry noon day with a bit of
a breeze. I'm in the wheat. Rays melt my shirt
with my skin. The flower faces the sun.