How much i put in

I could taste the week in one day
The pure sound of laughter
Pouring on both sides of my lids
But for my dark skin
The rosy colour would attest
It was breezy, it was easy
To pull my thoughts into notes
In poetry or in prose
My tongue was sure to roll
And Aunty B came buzzing after
I’ll gather my smile for the storm
I’ll look back with joy
I’ll feel the fire of love
I’ll sing for the ones gone
I’ll be me.

Vera