it’s late, the house is quiet

lying in bed,

my mind wanders to memories

from my childhood…

late nite whispers with

my sister,

drives with my parents on Sundays,

trips to the State Fair &

the county fair,

Working in the yard,

or the garden

or the hay field…

Chasing cows while waiting for

the school bus…

those are tears streaming down my face

– yet I smile