Summer Clouds
a simpler time,
a grim picture of our stilled lives.
sitting underneath words, yet moving.
the human need still creates a gap.
people suspect the good outweighs the bad;
it doesn’t look that way.
by late summer they rule the garden.
finding light in the beautiful sea,
even when we’re far from home.
June is dawning down on me,
even when we’re far from home.
me and my truth, sitting in silence.
still all the colors, vivid for you,
safe to take a step out,
even when we’re far from home.
Nostalgia
This is where the adventures were made
Where little girls went up and down slides
Where the ground became lava, the sky outer space.
This is where my favorite meals were cooked
The sight of my mother’s back with an apron
The scent of eggs and spices filling the room.
This is where everybody would shop for their groceries
A small market with a warm lady
Greeting each customer under the yellowish light.
This is where all the kids would run to after school
A tiny shop filled with cheap toys and rainbow notebooks
Children running to get their hands on the newest snacks.
This is where all the big kids with big backpacks go
Big rooms and aligned desks
Whiteboards with numbers and shapes.
This is where we would hide on a sunny day
Fresh watermelon cut into cubes
Grandma brushing her fingers through my hair.
This is where we jumped ropes
The ground covered with chalk
The sun caressing our backs.
Pages of the Past
The gardens of fairytales:
A pastel scenery with sour, sweet scents
Colorful tulips and butterflies hence.
Truly, where all the magic begins,
Memories left to reminisce.
Sally Lee is a student at an international school in Seoul, South Korea. Immersed in a multicultural environment, she draws inspiration from the diverse cultures and experiences around her. She is currently working on her writing portfolio.
Featured image by Daniel Ramos on Unsplash.
