the night before
Christmas the night
before the first day of
school after a long
summer vacation a strong
anticipation looking
forward to wearing
new clothes and shoes
waking up on the day
of my birthday knowing
there will be cake and
ice cream returning
home excited to see
my siblings mamas
voice yelling out
the screen door come
home for dinner I
can no longer
remember the smell
only describe scent
sight and sound of
a long ago November
lingering in the frosty
crisp air ghostly to think
how long the host
been asleep only
memories and a
aging book with
flimsy pages
how to cook the
past old trditions
lack flavor don't
feed me frozen dessert
and tell me it's ice cream
cake is cake unless
it's dry as desert
sand eat a salad if
the lettuce real
it's wise to try
before you buy give
it a good feel if it
don't last if it lose
its shine better not
pout better not cry
even stars fizzle out