Yoombeanieyoombwabwa:
the word that traveled down the hall and around the corner at approximately
9:30 every night. Only we will know what it means because we made it that way
Bull chasing and matching clothes that one time we wanted to be spies and we
always played the scratching game then we learned how to dance but your dad
told you no and gave you a ball instead.
Those will be
the days.
Eggs. Pancakes
and Eggs. 3 in the morning Sunday night and I’m suppose to be at school eggs,
over easy and a little to cheesy but McCall will only eat your type of eggs and
you take pride but Brenna isn’t far behind kinda eggs.
Those will be
the days.
The little boy
who lies but keeps us all on our toes he meows when he’s sorry meows when he’s
mad meows when he’s tired and meows when he’s sad. It took him awhile to come
around but sleepovers and Christmas lights kneaders instead of class and
hammock sits fights and dropping sick beats he’s too smiley and has an abnormally
big head he was told to wear a helmet but the “democracy”
and hiding from Quincy took precedence instead.
Those will be
the days.
Gallon smashing 2
in the morning tickets and lies the white Cadillac and jeep jamin birthday
songs fountain dancing and the concerts that brought new smells tire swings and
watermelon rooftops&volleyball in the sand
Those will be
the days.
Those will be
the days I miss most when I’m old and moved away and fighting over kitchen
parts and those scooter days Diamond Rio will be of the past like eerie notes
we squeaked through on the strings dad has never seen “big” &holly and
Christi can flip their eye lids
Those will be
the days.
Angie stopped
coming in 2011 and that Christmas was in 2003 that pond day and not school day
and school has never been the same since that day was 2013. The days after the
crash were the hardest, questioning life, what’s next, and who is this man they
call God. Finding the answers and communicating with that God spending those
nights crying on my knees, now those…
Those will be
the days.
