I'm taking a picture to show my momA Poem by Danielle Asherworking with High School students brings me more joy than I could ever express.
“D, you got your cool points back when you kicked the SUV in four wheel drive and drove up the snow hill behind the school.” We got to relive a piece of our childhoods as we pushed open the doors and ran into the snow. Remembering what the terrain was like without the white mounds covering the ground. The last time my feet touched this soil they were so tiny. Now my much larger feet are trampling all over it. Grass patches were here, dirt spread out over there. That spot over there was where Rebekkah fell running the mile. The swings were the place we use to fly. I wish we could have stayed all day, but I do not blame D for being nervous. After all, what would she say, ‘Sorry officer these kids just wanted some nostalgia, a piece of their childhoods, you understand the need for a trip down memory lane?’ Childhood memories packaged up just 11 miles away. Robbed from our general thoughts and kept only a few towns over. Preoccupied with the fight of our lives we need to live today. What a different life it would have been. The truck starts to roll out. We all feel the adrenaline still pumping in our legs, our arms, our veins. “Kevin, when we are old enough, we will move back here and do crazy things!” © 2008 Danielle AsherReviews
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Added on February 23, 2008Last Updated on February 23, 2008 AuthorDanielle Ashernot what you would expect, Long Island, NYAboutI care about faith,Justice, Equity for all, Peace, love,working toward letting go of all judgment,music, dancing, traveling as much of the world as I can and Chocolate! check out IVAW.org read my fri.. more..Writing
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