-Nostalgia-
She played hide and seek
And counts good when she’s it
Memorized the lines of the song
“I Love You” by Barney
She bit her playmate when she was
six
And their slippers under the
stairs
She’s a brat and she’s good (at
it)
She’s a real headache, but one
thing, she’s not rude
She swung that swing in the mango
tree
Till she was twelve
She got hit on the butt one too
many times
Before she’s eight
She fell from the guava tree and
survived
She fell from the old house’s
stairs
She fell from that thing on the
playground and cried
She too much chocolates and lost
her teeth
She crashed her bike too often
and skinned her knees
Every day on Summer she’s outside
on the streets
playing patintero or piko
She’ll never go home until her
Mama comes for her
She tried to cut classes when she
was nine
It was back in fourth grade one
afternoon
She resented it after fleeing
upon seeing a snake
She made friends and she made
fights
Sometimes she’ll come home crying
from a school fight
She’s tough and a lover of her
old crayons and paints
She loves her Jennifer and Panda
Bear
But outgrown them when she was
ten
She stuck to her books, pens and
paints
And watched cartoons ‘til eight
She climbed that branch of the
old mango tree
And slept many afternoons on that
mat
And from that big window, she sad
with her Mama.
She ran from her Papa’s belt all
over the backyard
She cried one too many times
Skinned her knees
Got bumps on her head
Got bruised and scarred her skin
every ten days
She loved that old swing.
She swung it from four ‘til she’s
twelve
She love everything from her
childhood.
The laughters and pains,
lessons,
preaches,
fights and friends,
cries and tears,
beats and hits,
bruises and scars,
crayons, books, Panda and the
bike,
the twilight of summer and auburn
sky.
‘My swing. Oh, the old swing
where all the childhood memories cling.’ 08/01/08
