Reflection

This poem took me back to my childhood thinking about growing up in Tennessee in the little yellow house I lived in until I was 18. Writing this made me think of how much I love my momma, brother, and sisters. I have such warm memories of camping, playing in the lake, going to church, and cooking out. It seems like we were always outside. My mom worked ALOT, but always found time to take us camping and fishing. Our house was the house full of neighborhood kids on the weekend. My siblings and I always had the best Halloween costumes made by my mom. This is a poem that I want to continue to work on because the ending is still not right for me. I haven't yet found the right words to capture how much love I have for these people.