Because we all want to write more poems.
Reminiscence
Along the early morning empty beach,
Memory’s museum rises from the fog,
My mother’s slim silhouette in the one piece
Swim suit, overseen by an arc of straw hat.
My tan boy’s body dashes into the waves
On surf bound Horseneck Beach,
Always part of the annual vacation
With Aunt Charlotte, among Fairhaven’s
Fireplace red brick walks, carefully laid
By diligent immigrant hands below
Elegant elm trees blessing the day,
And me with my brownie camera.
- Clayton Medeiros's Shared Poems
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