my heart won't stay entirely in this rib caging
something about this morning leaves me heavy in anticipation of seeing my family at the end of the month. maybe because it's cold, and quiet. it reminds me of those moments my grandma sits in the kitchen, way before anyone else wakes. i want to be sitting at my grandparents' table, covered in an old plastic tablecloth (they're easier to clean), drinking black coffee out of the cups i once watched all the 'grown-ups' drink from, back before my eyes even cleared that table. i need to remember to breathe in that feeling, the feeling of that house. the feeling of being surrounded by people i love more than anything else.
i have so many good memories there. picking berries with grandpa in his garden. fishing on the lake, when grandpa lied and told us that our swimming alongside the boat wasn't scaring away his catches. eating a bowl of strawberry ice cream right before bed, alongside my cousins on the hideaway couch, playing super mario brothers. grandma washing my hair in the sink. fresh iced tea on the porch. playing hand and foot "one more time" until the wee hours of the morning. farkle. laughing with my uncles. playing SPUD in the front yard with my cousins.
i can't think of that house, that family, without a fond smile taking over my face.
i have so many good memories there. picking berries with grandpa in his garden. fishing on the lake, when grandpa lied and told us that our swimming alongside the boat wasn't scaring away his catches. eating a bowl of strawberry ice cream right before bed, alongside my cousins on the hideaway couch, playing super mario brothers. grandma washing my hair in the sink. fresh iced tea on the porch. playing hand and foot "one more time" until the wee hours of the morning. farkle. laughing with my uncles. playing SPUD in the front yard with my cousins.
i can't think of that house, that family, without a fond smile taking over my face.