Cartwheels and Cotton Candy

 

NOTE:  After the lengthy WORDWALK posts of the past two weeks, I am today sharing a short summer poem.  Thanks for reading my longer posts of family history, and now please enjoy the following new poem on this brief WORDWALK.

 

 

Cartwheels and Cotton Candy

 

poem by Alice Jane-Marie Massa

 

 

Confidently throwing hands down

onto the cool, soft Hoosier blades of grass,

somehow kicking my legs up and around

into the humid Indiana air,

I relished doing a cartwheel,

another cartwheel, another cartwheel

through the east yard of our Blanford home.

 

Where did my spring and summer of cartwheels go?

When did I stop doing cartwheels?

I wish I could recall the exhilaration

of my first successful cartwheel

and the day and year of my final cartwheel.

 

I remember, too, the summers

of doing handstands in the swimming pool.

Now, what year did I stop doing handstands?

 

I think the year was a couple of summers

after I stopped eating the sweetest treat of summer–

cotton candy.

 

Perhaps, in my silver years of summers,

what I need is another dose of

cotton candy.

 

 

Enjoy these waning days of summer!

Alice and Leader Dog Willow

 

August 21, 2019, Wednesday

 

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