Taste and See
A tumble of dancing memories, Bits of yesterday on parade, Inscribe their indelible signatures Upon the pink pavement. Those early childhood mornings; That first hunt; Daddy holding the hook, And I the worm; sore fingers Shelling peas picked, plucked Fresh from Grandmother’s garden. Chewing and eating is time well-tasted; Every morsel a moment, bittersweet. Each…