Rosy cool color,
the smell of watermelon -
a summer luxury
(one of the very few)
in that poverty-laden time.

Those old moments:
(fresh the pain
that recalls them.)
I cut the watermelon
into juicy-cool slices.

Yesterday comes back to me
fast and solemn –
Then, our laughter
as children, thrilled
at the treat.

The shackles of poverty
(thick-dark chains
that held us) momentarily
falling away — back then
in those hard gray days.

~Summer 2012

ARTWORK: Watermelon by Judith Anderson. Please stop by and visit the artist’s site at: http://www.judithandersonart.com