When I was younger, my mom and I would walk to the grocery store together. We would leave after lunch when the sun was directly above us. I'd tie up my shoes feeling proud of myself and we'd walk into what seemed to feel like a ten kilometer hike.
I would look forward to walks like these, it was a special time for mom and I. I would share secrets, ask questions and glance at the greenest scenery. But what I cherished most, was when my mom would tilt her head down at me and hold my hand. I would squeeze her hand, almost making it a competition on who can hold who tighter. All the way home, we would giggle and squeeze our hands together making me feel like the luckiest little girl.
Now I've grown up, I find myself spending most of my minutes with him. Yesterday, I looked out my window at street lights and confetti coloured snow. Nostalgia fluttered into my bedroom as he laid his hand on mine. With the most gentle touch, he squeezed my hand tighter and pulled me closer. He brought me back to a memory that had made me feel the safest and most loved. That's what I've always been looking for.
Autumn T
Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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Stunning!
Very well written. You paint a beautiful picture with your words and it shows you have a bright future as a writer, keep up the great writing. Your stories will reach countless others.