I remember poem
I remember going to Jamaica.
The way the salty beaches
and how to chlorine pools smelled.
I remember the delicious food made for us.
The juice in the steak filling your mouth with flavor,
like a gumball machine fill with gum.
The sand's touch burning my skin
was fire on the bottoms of my feet.
I remember the back yard view with a pool.
How the trees lined the yard in front of the hot sun.
Each time I recall this memory I feel closer and closer to my family.
Mind wandering, thinking of how grateful I really am for them
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Our trip to Jamaica is a big part of me being close with my family.
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