I see it all in blocks
Squares of memory mosaics
Pasted in a frame
Each one containing its own name
I see a friend in teal sequins
Hibiscus on her wrist
I see an ocean, blue, wide, and deep
Half-hidden by a mist
I see a wall of bubblegum
A friend to carry on my back
I see a dome of glittering gold
Dust shimmering from the crack
In my blocks I see it all
Memories so carefree
I keep them pasted on the wall
Forever they'll remind me
of late nights
of party dresses
of beach trips
of brothers
of pretty sights
of pumpkin messes
of lemonade sips
of my mother
The photos will fade
And the blocks will fall down
But the mosaic remains
Each with a proper noun.