Written for: dVerse Poets Pub: Open Link Night #202 (posted by Bodhirose)
(I had written this poem for Bjorn’s prompt citing Pablo Neruda’s non-rhyming sonnet, but never posted it.)
I remember a black ball slapping a wall,
and strong legs like knives cutting through water.
I remember your caution on the beach
to beware of jellyfish glistening on sand.
I remember skeins of pastel colored yarns
that your needles knit into blankets for babies.
I am filled with aroma of sweet and sour
stuffed cabbage rolls simmering in a pot.
I collect memories like jars of seashells,
turning each one over. Colors fill my mind,
allowing me to absorb more clearly, lessons of childhood.
Easier now to pinpoint your teachings,
and be cognizant of values gleaned.
I write this to thank you, though you both are gone.