remember

Wednesday, July 29th, 2015 2

peaches_rsremember when we walked out the door, straight to the peach trees?
how we reached up, grabbing the plumpest of fruits?
when we took a bite, how the sweet juice ran down our chins onto our chests?
the stickiness lingering on our lips as we sucked the nectar out of life…
remember?

2 Responses

  1. This so touched me Meghan…I grew up on a farm and we had acres of peaches…every time I see a scene like this it so reminds me of being with my daddy…picking and selling…he passed away a year ago…Alzheimer’s. And I do remember…

    • Meghan says:

      I’m glad this poem and image spoke to you, Robin. I’m sorry to learn of your dad’s passing. Thinking of you and sending love. xo

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