Pd 6: Thompson S. I Remember Poem

 

I remember Easter brunch with my grandparents

They way the bacon's smell wafted across the room

And how the chocolates smell filled me with desire

I remember the taste of the pastries

Like nectar to a bee

 

The breeze's touch as we walked back to my grandparents house

As if it were whispering a secret to a friend

 

I remember the view of the golf course from the dining room balcony
How the grass was perfectly cut and the path that carved though it

 

Each time I recall this memory, I remember a feeling of joy

Being with my family

And everything being simple