by Grace Pappadellis ’29 on October 2, 2025
Poetry
A breeze formulating,
as soft as a cloth,
you wipe away my tears,
you settle my shaking bones.
Out in the sun,
ice cold sips of water,
your hand warms my skin
just the same.
Laughter prances across the yard,
we share the same smile.
The grass beneath my bare feet;
I’ll be home forever.
Until a brisk night falls,
we’ll share the shiny stories,
the dim stories too,
lanterns will keep them lit.
Never let me go.
My father’s eyes are proud.
My mother dresses up,
You’ll never be worn down.
When the summer kisses
and melts
my skin, next year,
you’ll be much more than a mere memory.