I still wear a t-shirt From when I had a teen crush Born from America’s pastime Raised on the days of summer When a AAA player Chasing the Major Leagues Skillfully stretched To catch more than flyballs With all the ease of cotton Yet, inevitably Pinholes appeared In the fabric Of time and place Where… Read More Threadbare
In my family We have a little joke About a funny statement My dad once spoke In the summer heat On Independence Day My dad said his truth In his own quiet way “Well, that’s it,” He said with a straight face His now-famous words He cannot erase “It’s 4th of July, Summer’s officially OVER!”… Read More “It’s the End of Summer!”
I remember when pulling petals Decided fate If love would blossom At a future date Or if the last petal Would decide Love’s not to be Between him and I And if the final answer Didn’t fit I’d pull more petals I would not quit To find the answer That I sought “He loves me,… Read More Pulling Petals
A canopy of blue above Countless waves of blue below Reflected in my eyes A place they used to know Where thoughts are lost But soon are found In endless hues of blue Bringing me back Pulling me in To memories of you
I’m starting to forget Details of his face The subtle, precious details Time cruelly has erased They drift away like chalk dust Before they dissipate
It seemed like forever Waiting for that day My first driver’s license Was my license to play In a piece of metal Rubber wheels hugging the road Gripping the steering wheel Freedom was mine to hold The rev of the engine Paired with my favorite song Road trips were as fun As the day… Read More Drive
Take me away Mixtapes and memories When a Walkman was still A favorite accessory When school gossip spread By word of mouth Only as far as The loudest could shout There was no Internet No instant reaction The problem of the day Involved solving fractions The only selfie A Polaroid picture Decorated with markers… Read More Mixtapes and Memories
What secrets and truths Do old portraits hold What stories were lost Before they were told What history rests Inside antique frames What were their given And family names What would they say About life, they lived What advice Would they likely give What would they change If they could live again What was… Read More Portraits
Big, yellow, and loud It rumbles by A busload of kids Along for the ride Inside is louder Than the clunky machine With chatter of children And bullies being mean Leftovers from lunch Are flung through the air As the bus driver yells Billy pulls Jenny’s hair Backpacks are searched Love notes are passed Liz… Read More School Bus
If I could fill my stocking With anything I choose I’d fill it with memories Of you, I’ll never lose ~ Your charismatic smile That spread from ear to ear And your deep belly laugh Is what I long to hear ~ Your blue eyes that twinkled Like stars in the night Were… Read More Christmas Wishes
Jessica M. Collette 
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