pd:6 Costigan M. I remember poem

I remember listening to Sugarland

The way the poopy diapers smelled

and how the New Jersey bagels tasted

I remember the bagels with butter

It tasted like heaven

Mom's touch scratching my back as I fell asleep

I remember my parents knowing every word to every song

How the words made more sense out of their mouths

each time i recall this memory I feel happy

 i remember so much smiling like i could here everyone so clearly over

all the noise

this happened every long car ride to the beach or anywhere