The Best Memory I Contain Poem by Natalie Frey

It smells like any summer evening,
Like hamburgers, mosquito repellent,
And freshly cut grass.

Rough, grained cement has formed,
Calluses on my bare-soled feet,
That I adorn with chipped nail polish,
And several, shriveled, yarn bracelets.

A small, brown, and striped kitten,
Stretches out across my lap,
Clawing casually at my thin, blue tank top,
Leaving hair clinging to my cut-off shorts.

I hear birds singing high above the trees,
And the dog bounding across the lawn.
Shrill wind chimes ring out from the porch,
In tune with a harmonious wind.

And I feel the sun in spurts,
Setting down it's warmth on my bronzed shoulders,
As I stroll under broken shadows,
Across the cool, green lawn.

This is happiness.