Memories
a Poem by Raquel Swann
I used to sit
By an open window
In the summer
With my hand
Nestled under my chin
Listening intently.
Out of the sweltering heat
I heard a soft melody
In the distance.
I scurried into the next room
My face filled with panic
Excitement
Elation
My mother’s warm smile
Comforted me
As she reached
Into her purse
And handed me a dollar.
The sweet music reaches crescendo
And I run outside
Others gather
Waiting for anything
That strikes their fancy
On such a hot summer’s day.
The ice cream truck has arrived.
