A Memory

*This poem is modeled after James Berry’s poem, Childhood Tracks.


Hearing cars drive by on the wet road

Hearing the neighbors laughing at eleven p.m.

Hearing the birds chirping in the morning

Seeing kids walk to school

Seeing people driving in the car next to me

Seeing my parents smiling because they’re happy

Smelling flowers in my yard

Smelling the cookies my mom bakes

Smelling the shampoo on my wet hair

Feeling my soft furry blanket

Feeling my soft skin after I put lotion on

Feeling my tangled hair with its split ends

Tasting sushi at Blue C Sushi

Tasting the sweet bubble tea and tapioca balls

Tasting the tangy lemon stinging my tongue