Hershey’s kiss
Unravels perfectly
Intense sweet as it hits the tongue
Making your mouth pucker
A mid-day treat
Turns to nostalgia
Slowly melting into
A tidal wave of holiday memories
Christmas stockings
Easter baskets
Halloween buckets
Sprinkled in
Almost an afterthought.
But your father says
No fancy chocolate can beat it.
The wrapper crackles between your fingers
You remember
It was a nice little missile
To flick at your brother.
Some things transcend
The test of time.
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Homesick
It’s a feeling
In your guts
A deep rooted tug
Your roots call out
From a T-shirt which simply says
“You had me at biscuits.”
A bluegrass song
In the background
Of a store trying far too hard
To be hip.
Someone posts a photo
Of March flowers growing wild.
A TV show features
A little soul food joint
You could walk to
Back in college.
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not ashamed of where I am
Or how I got here.
It can also be true
That I miss
Where I’m from.
With its y’all’s & yes ma’am’s
Bourbon & heat & country ham
My family
Friends who knew
The first version of me.
It’s a messy thing
To move away. -
Homesick
It’s a feeling
In your guts
A deep rooted tug
Your roots call out
From a T-shirt which simply says
“You had me at biscuits.”
A bluegrass song
In the background
Of a store trying far too hard
To be hip.
Someone posts a photo
Of March flowers growing wild.
A TV show features
A little soul food joint
You could walk to
Back in college.
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not ashamed of where I am
Or how I got here.
It can also be true
That I miss
Where I’m from.
With its y’all’s & yes ma’am’s
Bourbon & heat & country ham
My family
Friends who knew
The first version of me.
It’s a messy thing
To move away. -
Remember when
After church
We stayed past the last song
Lingering to see
Who’s who and where’s where
The familiar excitement
Of a final word
Then the freedom
to exchange smiles
Hug necks
Plan lunch.
Will it ever be like this again?
Viruses & fear & safety
Building walls
between my cheek & yours
What are fresh rhythms
To ignite the soul
Spark the flame of community
Maybe it’s just words
Or maybe it’ll be as it were
I can’t wait to find out.
Kacie B. Sharpe 