It itches me, whispering too close to my ear, “softball games” “late Wednesday evenings,” and the subtle smell of grass and picnic blankets capsizes my emotion
To be four, six, seven,
When the problems were little and the shoes were too
I can hear the crack of the bat
I can smell cheese crackers
Because the ride to the field was twisty turny, and my mom told me snacking cured a tummy ache
I write because I don’t have simple words for so many feelings, and writing allows me to use metaphor and vocabulary to describe emotions.