Photo by Chrysa Spiliotopoulou
I am from cracked asphalt and beaches
From dance parties on the lawn to riding too-small bikes
I’m from the sun and the olive trees
With knotted trunks and limbs swaying in the breeze
I’m from red tiled roofs and chickens
From stray cats and playing cards
I’m from cold chocolate milk to walking on the beach
From arguing with cousins and big full lunches
I’m from big hazy mountains and blue green waves
I’m from Fanta and trains and three-hour car rides
I’m from the bridge stretching from shore to shore
From ancient castles on the seashore
I’m from sneaky sea urchins
From sun bleached rocks
I’m from pink flowers and that old middle school a few blocks away
I’m from slow Wi-Fi and my cranky neighbors garden
I’m from small TV’s and slow Sunday afternoons
From old playsets and fast food
I’m from red orange sunsets and worn-out flip flops
From corner bakeries and old bookstores
from long ago broken air conditioning
I’m from ancestral homes and cat fights (literally)
I’m from my aunt’s preschool
from my grandpas black and white photos
from competitive cousins (that I’m older than, even if it is by six months)
I’m from that old apricot tree in my grandparent’s backyard.
Evangelia
July 5, 2022 at 11:01 amSuch truth and fond memories. We all can relate