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Oranges
January 3, 2025
I am the oranges we split on my front porch
Sharp citrus juices dribbling down our chins and
Cooling sun-pinkened shoulders
I am the dolls we clutched
With sticky child fingers
The fort we assembled in the woods
Behind my home
Broken bike chains
Butterfly nets
Sunrise to set companionship
I am a photo album
Of forgotten faces
But never memories
I am forever
Nine years old
Peeling my orange
© Anonymous
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There are many times I find myself reminiscing on the simple, mundane things from childhood. Oranges was my attempt at capturing that feeling. I can't fight the fact that things change as you're getting older, but I still wish I could go back to when I was young and played in the backyard with my once best friends. Rather, now, I wish for the unlikely occurrence of them seeing this piece.