once upon a dream
used to smell like hot summers in Greenville, Mississippi
music was deeper
Gettin' in the way by Jill Scott was playing on the speakers
the dollar and the dill pickle was cheaper
but life was Now and Later sweeter
family cookouts were all you’d hope they’d be
food stretched beyond what one could see
glasses had long trips that would loudly slip the tea
cousin and cousins, we were thick as thieves
what a time to be free
a life i once knew on memory street
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Author:
Gloria Denise (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: reflecting on my 90s summer as a kid
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Memory street is where one's home is built. A warm and nostalgic feel to this write. A poem well done
Beautifully written✨
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