Childhood Home

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By Lauren Bell

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I take a look at the large house,

Shingles black, siding cream, shutters green.

Reminds me of how things used to be.

Arguing with my little brother about the scooter,

As I chased him through the yard.

Screaming for help

After a wasp stung my knee while I was swinging.

 

But the soft green grass was not always

Scary and bad.

 

There would be times that Ariana came over,

Or sometimes Lindsey.

We’d ride our bikes,

Pink and shiny,

Up and down the white gravel roads.

There’d be great family gatherings,

Filled with food and cousins to play dress up with.

My uncle would always get a little too drunk,

And my mom would get so upset her

Cheeks would flame up and become

An angry shade of pink.

 

Spring time passes by,

The trees are dewy and wet from April showers.

Then summer, and then fall,

When the trees turn orange like the sunset,

And the sky fades away to nothing.

 

I’m grown and moved out now,

And the past has gone away,

But the memories feel like yesterday.