The Hayloft
we liked to play Go Fish and Uno in the hayloft
while the boys brought in the crops and
tended the horses
you liked to peek over the bales to watch the boys work
i liked watching you, though i didn’t understand
the sparkle in your eyes while you watched that
you never had for me
go fish!
we giggled and talked about
how glad we were
school was out
and that the days were not
yet too hot
do you have any nines?
church was best
because you sat next
to me on the pew
and sometimes
we held hands
we learned about God
and sang about Jesus
and sometimes you
would come home
with us for lunch
and then we all
played softball
while Mamaw
churned the ice cream
but i am happy now,
to be near you,
to hear your laughter,
to feel the warmth of your body near mine
That’s the last card–you win!
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Strong narrative. I particularly like the “ragged” form of stanzas and line lengths that emphasize the ambiguities in the situation.
Nicely done, capturing the beauty and nostalgia of childhood memories. Very playful poem