Mar 29

The Sweet Taste of my Past

I still remember most of it.
The happy weekends
Where we drove to the sugarhouse
Past banks of snow taller than I
I still remember most of it. 
Letting the syrup run on the snow
Sweeter than any candy
Laughing with my family
As warm smells filled the air
I remember it like it was yesterday
With the feeling of happiness running through me like the syrup in my stomach
The treat tasting like pure pleasure on my small tongue
I still get that feeling 
As I laugh with my family 
Coaching my little brother 
As he plays checkers with my dad.