My life is like

Flowers

To represent memories

Emotions

Life, death, envy, 

Forgiveness

 

Daffodils in the garden

Hardy, punctual, and graceful.

 

Forget-me-nots running along the creek beds in summer, 

Whirling, curling, like the smoke of a cigarette

 

Lilies in the pond

Dandelions in the long vein like cracks, forcing open the asphalt

Lilacs in the road

 

Tulips under the porch,

Under the porch is

Bruised knees, 

Its moss,

It’s the mud

 

Its life, its death

It’s a hawk, it’s a dove

It’s the promise of spring

 

Flowers wrapped up in twine

Under the porch.

Its cigarette butts

Its a beer can

It’s the steps in the hall

 

It’s a muddy, mess of flowers,

Wrapped up in twine,

Forgotten Under the porch. 

If there are alley’s inside me there must also be hallways, I take a walk inside. I see all the things I dread, all the embarrassing moments, but I also see my favorite memories. I walk down reminiscing on my past as a glimpse of light starts to beam through the door at the end of the hallway. As I get closer it almost seems blinding, I start to run for the door, it is overpowering me with what is at the end and is filling me with joy, happiness, and anxiety about what’s on the other side. As I start to get into a full-on sprint I flash past tons and tons of memories of my vacations, my sports games, school events, you name it. However, I don’t stop to look because I know whatever it is on the other side of that door is something much bigger. I got excited and now the hallway just seems to get longer. My nerves bouncing off the walls, I proceed to leap and skip and jump as I am not far from the door. Pushing the cold metal of the door I step out and standing right before my eyes is my family. The family that I love with everything and the family that loves me. 

 

Family. It is such a comforting word. The word that can bring me back to hundreds of memories, but one in particular stands out. Christmas Eve. 

 

This day, the memories that I have created, the people I am with. Walking into my Grandmother’s house with warm air surrounding the entire room from the oven. The laughter and conversations with our nice clothes on from church. The smell of the seven fishes laying out on the table made me clench my stomach after fasting all day just for this meal. The sound of presents crinkling as the wrapping gets thrown to the ground. 

 

Nothing can beat the happiness the twelve of us hold when we are together on this day. Nothing can break the memory of this very special night. Nothing can erase this amazing day out of my mind. I look back to all the years of the same traditions that we repeat over and over again. The loud stomps of us dancing around my grandmother’s living room to the most irritating but most amazing Christmas song. Dominic the Donkey. No care in the world that it is 1:00 in the morning. The drive home is never quiet. The excitement that there are going to be presents when we wake up the next morning. Most people say that Christmas is their favorite holiday. Not me, Christmas Eve will always be my favorite and a memory I will cherish forever.