A beautifully large, rambling house
Silly children spilling out of rooms
Screaming, playing, laughing
Spending the seasons with los primos.
Secrets, whispers, and giggle-fits
Dozing mostly into morning light
Malibu Barbie and VHS under the tree
Christmas pancakes as the snow flaked.
Scary storms whipping in springtime
The ancient tree knocking windows
Toys bobbing from basement floods
Rubber botas stuck dry in the front lawn.
Screaming laughter, endless chases
Fishing lines dropping along the pier
Sandy toes, browned skin and salty hair
Summertime ease at the Jersey Shore
Tia’s Hatchback led to maniac drives
Like human bumper cars in the back
Primas jostling, faces pressed on the glass
Tia honking, breaks pumping, cackling.
Frenetically fun times como un secreto
From step-mom and dad’s stricter gaze
Bad cousin influences lurking, stoking
Damn hippie niños, wildly daring-do.
Baseball, soccer and Marco Polo
Cool cuz dirt-covered in sweaty blood
Huge smiles from the brave and injured
Hospital rides full of American pride.
Us reserved Northerners so wrapped up
Parkas incase snow; sweaters even in summer
Watermelon seeds, BBQs, friendship bracelets
Lingering memories defying the seasons.
© March 2019, Isabel Alvear