jumping the ditch

The wild strawberries grew             Lullabies

In the ditch at the edge

Of the road I would cross

To visit Memaw’s house

Leaping like a hurdler

Under the two oak trees

Spying her silhouette

Through the den curtain sheer

Looking out and waiting

For me to come over

Though years pulled me away

She was always watching

Longing for company

Then after the visit
Filled with cake and sweet tea

I’d jump the ditch once more

And we’d flick our porch lights

To signal I was home