Memories

I remember warm sticky days by the impure sand and cold cloudy nights by the lure of the city lights. I remember looking into the night sky and thinking how red and stout it was. I remember watching a black&white movie and thinking how cool it must of been back then to to see everything in black&white. Or how I used to just get in the car with my grandmother and just drive for days on end well imagining we where pirates on the run. I remember the day I got  my first kiss, the way my stomach tingled, how my whole body just vibrated, how everything in that moment just seemed to stop. I remember the fold of my mothers hand as she gently rocked me to sleep as a baby. Or how safe I felt whenever my grandmother sang a lullaby to me in the confinements of her lap. I also remember thinking money grew off trees. I remember the sadness I had deep inside of my chest the day my grandmother past away, and how beautiful she looked, so at peace. I remember the look on my mothers face the day I came out the closet. I remember it all and I will continue to remember everything so long as memories continue to be made day by day.