Raspberries,Sweet taste of a Midwestern summer.
Transports me right back to my Grandmother's cottage.
Barefoot, running along the side yard to the water's edge.
Collecting Petoskey stones.
Slumbering in the sun on the dock,
Cousins and siblings by my side.
I can taste the feeling of "up north" Michigan,
of summers oh so long ago.
Simpler time, bonfires and fireflies,
Lighting up the night, my life.
Rootedness, connectedness, family, community.
Circle of life, coming back around.
Different place now, but the taste is just as sweet.
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