PD:2 Amna F.

"I Remember" Poem.

I remember going outside and playing with my neighbors.
The way the fresh cut grass smelled from the weekly lawn mowing.
And how the pancakes smelled every Sunday morning.
I remember the chewy chicken from the annual barbecue, silly puddy in my mouth.
I remember the millipede's touch, so light as if someone was running a feather across my hand.
I remember drinking from the fountain by my house, how the cold water ran down my chin to my shirt.
Each time I recall this memory, I still feel the trees scratching my feet, as I sit on the highest branch on the tree.
I still feel the lemonade glass touching my lips.