Poem

Poem

If Florida was not such a tropical and pleasant place
or so far away from cold winters and rainy summers
then I would not jokingly be angry at my Dad for moving away from there before he came to Alaska
but I would have never had the memories of times
when all that mattered was how sunny it was
and how much time I got to play after homework
like when the neighborhood kids and I would lie
about finishing our work just get those few more moments of sunshine in before school the next day
or growing up and realizing that school does matter and how countless times I would try and fail at juggling work and social status in middle school
or all the times I tried to get away with anything I could once high school began
or when I playing on a losing baseball tram didn’t matter as long as we got outside and had fun
and how many times my sister and I would try to keep each other out of trouble but always found ourselves trying getting each other out of trouble
like when she tried to help me sneak out and we ended up getting caught and raked the entire next day
and I would not have a love for the cold winters and rainy summers that I grew attached to over the years