I Am Your Huckleberry
Pies, Tarts, Jams and Jellies
Each year during the month of my birth
The Huckleberry transforms its pink flowers
Into delicious berries growing close to the earth
In August, while the ground was still wet with dew
We would wake early and start our search as
The shrubs were often hidden from view
Which for kids became more of a hunt for treasure
Than foraging for berries that would be transformed
When left to my grandmother's culinary pleasure
Most years, there were pies, tarts, jams, and jellies
Created in a kitchen filled with love
If we could only wait and not fill our bellies
As we picked and spoke of the delights to come
The excitement we felt and the memories we made
Return each August as I remember my purple thumb
As a berry crushed between my tiny fingers when I plucked
Too quickly, and its juices released everywhere
But nothing was wasted, and one by one, I sucked
The juices quickly from each finger, savoring the taste
Though no one cared as long as the bucket was full
No one would know that in our haste
We would push and shove, and a bucket would spill
We would each blame the other for the
The time spent picking up berries instead of the thrill
Of tasting the results of our labor
Once we refilled our bucket, we would rush home
All excited, chatting loudly, and ready to savor
Grandmother's transformation of these dark purple berries
My brother and I would push and shove
To be the first to present her with our berry bucket
But it wasn’t only the Huckleberry treats we loved
It was Grandmother's kitchen at the end of the day
The aroma, the laughter, the pride we felt in our contribution
She always expressed her joy, and we would respond and say
An old phrase, although today, the meaning may vary
It brings a smile when I remember us shouting
"I am your Huckleberry"
About the Creator
Lizz Chambers
I began writing business articles as the Vice President of a hotel management company and found that I was good at it. I want to grow as a fiction writer, and Vocal can help me in that pursuit.
Comments (3)
great memories, here!
Thank you so much. I am not much of a poet but I try
Well done.