In May, come the memories
of sitting in the waiting room and sleep holding the phone
a bag with books and laptop ready
the fuel tank always full

In June, come the memories
of the call, that one that had to come
two plastic bags with belongings which were left
that last drive from the home

In July, come the memories
of birthday parties and vacations on the beach
three beach bags filled with snacks and drinks
and not wanting to go home

In August, come the memories
of a childhood filled with love
of teabags in a glass teapot
and her smile when we got home

~ July 2015 ~

(featured image taken at Furillen)