Jersey City New Jersey 1956
She is beautiful,
brown curls,
bright smile,
soft hands on my cheeks.
I bury my face in her yellow and red patterned apron and
smell sun drenched cotton, starch, summer flowers.
My thin arms strain to circle her in a tight hug,
in this never leave you moment.
Drums Pennsylvania 2022
She is beautiful,
gray curls,
bright smile,
soft hands on my cheeks.
I gaze over her head past her slight presence and
remember a yellow and red patterned apron,
the smells of sun drenched cotton, starch, summer flowers.
My strong arms circle her easily in a tight hug,
in this never lose you moment.
