It is a mass of marvelous memories,
many moments blurred together
in a rainbow of tastes and
family connections,
untouchable
by time’s unfair removal,
but still there for my perusal.

It is a bitter pink, orange
with a sweet sugary
delicious coating
on my half of
the breakfast I loved,
a great grapefruit
smothered in brown sugar.

It a brown liquid
I shouldn’t have been
even drinking
with white swirls
of milkiness
lightening
the shade of it.

It is an early morning
spent riding with
my aunt and grandma
as they delivered
newspapers.

It is walking two dogs
long since departed,

memories sadly distorted
by a tinge of nostalgia
and the melancholia
of lost family members.