Writing

I remember that day

I was given as gift

Today I still reside 

Right there on your wrist

I remember that day

As I was handed to you 

There were tears in your eyes

You prepared to say goodbye

This country is empty 
It is long gone 
For the days of adventure 
And truth 
Lie written in our history books 
Soon to be burned and forgotten

I remember sitting

In my mom’s lap,

Her arms curled around me,

The rocking chair creaking slightly

In the breeze of her love,

Swayed and lulled by a sea

note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese" 

        and  for my mom 

i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon. 

I'm 14. 
And I just saw Bruce Springsteen
Live for the first time. 

I've loved him and his music since I was 6. 
I've listened to him religiously since I was 7. 

018751 this was the lunch code I was given 
My first day of third grade 
My teacher wrote on my hand 
With a green marker that smelled like berries 

018751 this was the passcode for my first email