The wonder of a child’s eyes

Looking at a simple building

The whole world fitting inside

With warm dripping sun

Palms waving hello

In the gentle salt laced breeze

A place of toasted bread

And cheap melted cheese

Where a love for pickles was born

Like a spiritual awakening

Learning the scrumptious flavor

Of pickled cucumbers

Eating outside during the beauty of the day

In comfortable company

Under awnings and trellises

Talking about freeze tag and nonsense

Among the deli paper crinkles

With their red and white checkers

As if I could hop right into them

And play a game

Hey marbles! With all the heavy stuff that’s been happening on the platform, I wanted to post one of my drafts I’ve been saving for a rainy day. It felt like we all needed some silly whimsical art, and it’s not much, but I hope this helped to lift your heart a little or brought you a smile. This is a poem I wrote a long time ago about a memory I have of my childhood friends and I eating grilled cheese at a deli we used to frequent after church. It’s a fond one, and I’m thinking about them today. I wonder how they’re doing.

love ya,

emma xoxo

cover image from Pinterest

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