Orange Memory
citrus acidity
bringing to mind
breakfasts half eaten,
coffee
warm and dripping
down the sides
of my porcelain cup
in moments of
sleepy eyed awakening.
orange juice pulp
and grinning
youthful smiles -
days gone by,
at times
nearly forgotten.
my life was once filled
with joyful noise.
now i itch
at the empty space
where those
memories
used to be.
- 11/22/1993 10:13am - kenneth p rougeau jr
This poem is about:
Me
My family