I spent almost a week visiting family in Minnesota. While there I was bombarded on every side by memories. It was almost overwhelming. I was on memory overload. Here's what I came up with:Minnesota Memories
What does a memory taste like?
Like Tom Thumb donuts,
and Swedish Rye Bread,
and cousin Wendy's chocolate chip cookies.
What does a memory sound like?
Like my brother's laugh,
and the call of the loon,
and the train whistle on an early summer morning,
What does a memory smell like?
Like cardamom seeds,
and lilac bushes,
and my dad's aftershave.
What does a memory look like?
Like old family photos,
and Bert, the Buffalo,
and a sailboat on the lake.
What does a memory feel like?
Like my dad's whiskers,
and a hug from my sister,
and the warm summer breeze.
and the train whistle on an early summer morning,
What does a memory smell like?
Like cardamom seeds,
and lilac bushes,
and my dad's aftershave.
What does a memory look like?
Like old family photos,
and Bert, the Buffalo,
and a sailboat on the lake.
What does a memory feel like?
Like my dad's whiskers,
and a hug from my sister,
and the warm summer breeze.
How about you? What do your memories taste like? Smell like. Look like. Feel like. And sound like. Share a memory with me. And let me know you remember any of the same things I do.
