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I remember laying poolside as a kid my wet belly against the hot pavement was all I wanted or needed to feel bliss back when shade was a welcome reprieve no dark memories to avoid or hide and my parents were my Gods right and wrong were obvious plastic toy horses were real green carpet was the grass telling the truth was good good was not bad and make believe was play long before I saw my mother on the yellow couch with a hollow gaze speechless and afraid and before I saw my father raging banging his fist and stomping his feet against the world before I learned that some things are better left unsaid before I learned about all the grey areas and the reckonings and unravelings when I could still imagine a family strong and unbreakable before children bore the brunt those long ago poolside days are a light within me glinting like a sacred jewel saved for posterity
We really did grow up in the “Camelot years” in so many ways. I loved this poem.
Very moving for me n my memories. ❤️