My grandmother used to rent a house on top of a hill in the south of France
- I smelled it today. Somehow. We used to swim for hours
Burning under the sun
Chilly from the Mistral
We could eat four servings of mac n cheese back then
Our parents would let us.
Oh how that region I know so well now seemed endless.
I had no idea there would be a time after
There were different houses
but the innocence to eat four servings of anything was lost
The hours were now spent next to the pool, strategic tanning.
We could stay up those long summer nights
Watching the stars, shooting
Falling in our laps
Our parents would let us. Somehow - a smell brought me back today
To the house on the hill
And I started to feel them again,
I still hold them in my lap.