Ah, Memories

My sister spent her childhood at the bottom of the deep end. My cousin was a shaman with a bellyache. My father kept the rain from a field with an umbrella. I still remember him running all around during a thunderstorm. He was paid in penance from the Catholic priest. He’d give me my allowance and I would immediately blow it on a helium balloon I’d tie a slice of bread to and feed to the moon.