From Virginia to Maine

The last time I lived in Maine

is also the happiest time

I've ever lived there,

a miracle season

I shared with my niece,

traveling a mobile home,

roadways to parks,

around the park itself,

sometimes just playing with the sand

left there from the winter months

and never collected,

or the puddles left by rain

or the soccer balls left outside

or the model homes

we could waste time inside

or thew families who would let us play with them,

or the snow,

or the bounteous snow,

or that time we lost heat

and gained layers,

the pond I named in her honor,

since it was never given one...

This was also the last time to date

I've gotten to spend time

with my nephews there,

the trips down to Freeport,

free of care,

knowing how much they loved

spending time with me,

which I still find

unaccountable.