GRANDPA'S ROOT BEER BAR

Nostalgia of summers in Oregon, riding with my Grandfather on his Harley to the mini store to get ice creams and sodas.

Somewhere inside,

I am what makes me,

me.

Deep within the joy

of a simple Root Beer,

Icy & cold.

Nostalgia fills my tongue

& I am lost in summertime -

Motorcycle rides,

dripping popsicle on my good shoes.

Empty, maybe - That it be anything of importance;

That  dusty beverage on the shelf.

Well, maybe to someone else.

But here,

somewhere inside,

there is the joy

& what makes me, me.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

This is a lovely memory you share. Being a motorcycle-riding grandfather who has given a ride or two to the little ones, there's a lot about this for me to love. (I like root beer, too)