My father’s dream home. Living in dusty construction
for four years
A large in ground pool; pool parties, get togethers
Family of 6 with more than enough space
The home I grew up in

Clothes laid out on the floor
Fresh eyes, unbrushed hair
Yellow cereal box with smiles before a hike
To the bus stop.
The beginning of the school year

On a cool winter day, several inches of snow on the ground
After a long day at Dousman,
Hiking home from the bus stop
Neighborhood boy, my crush at the time
I gaze at what’s written in the snow: “You.”
He had a crush on me.

At the time I played basketball.
Now I lace up my soccer cleats
every day- forgotten
the squeaky flats that belong on the gym floor.
As much as I miss the blaring score board
And the knee length shorts of basketball
Soccer is where I am from and a large part of who I am now.