151: Week One

I hope the thing we remember

from these days of firsts


is how you squeezed my hand

when we unlocked the door


and how we ate cheese and crackers

on the front porch steps


and how we wrote letters by candlelight

because our lamps hadn't arrived


and how we walked far too slow in the crosswalks

because the city demands attention.


And how we'd sneak out early

to walk weary bodies to coffee


and how there were roses growing

at the end of the street


and how I couldn't help but whisper to you-

"this is magic" most every day.


But more than anything,

I hope we remember how we had nothing

and how it was more than enough.

sarah branding-hannah brii photo-69_websize.jpg

Hi, thanks for stopping by!

I'm Sarah (Are) Speed, the writer behind Writing The Good. I'm so honored you're here! To get more poems, follow @writingthegood on Facebook and Instagram! 

  • Facebook
  • Instagram