by willjxn

I will never forget how they changed my life—

Cliffs of salmon-pink sandstone

Lent their broken skins to make homes for;

Sons,

Daughters,

Parents,

Grandparents.

Long gone, yet—

I could hear children’s  laughter clattering off the walls of this ancient place.

 

My memory later washed with color and framed.

In a picture of;

Brothers,

Sisters,

Mom and Dad—

Nomads living in a camper;

Strapped to the bed of an old blue 1960s Chevy pickup truck.

And there—

Laughter of children clattering off the walls of my memory place.