SHAPES IN THE SKY

I remember as a child

I lay on the grass

With my head cradled by my arms

Feeling the prickling of the grass

On the back of my neck

Gazing up at the sky

Squinting as the sun

Invaded my vision

Sharing ideas with my siblings

On the shapes in the sky

Once I saw a rabbit

Looking white and fluffy

My sister saw a flower

Maybe the bud of a rose

My brother much more adventurous

Saw the glimpse of a horseman

With his steed galloping

Through the clouds

We would lay on the grass

Until it wet our backs

And make out shapes and stories

On the canvas of the heavens

These remain some

Of the best memories

Of my childhood.

-Kimberly Flanagan