Memories Poem by TerriJo James

We would sit on the porch
Watching the lighning
Light the whole sky;
Seeing the streak of light;
hearing the thunderous roar that
Sometimes seemed too close for comfort.
The electric had gone out;
You went across the street to help
An old lady that lived by herself.
We would all sit on the porch,
Watching the lightning
Light the sky...
The rain would be pouring down.
We would get buckets out;
Rain water was good for the hair,
They used to say.

dedicated to my mother