i used to eat honeysuckle in the summer.
it grew in our back yard
along with pecans
i would blow the fluffy dandelion clouds and make a wish.
and as a child my wishes were fanciful, but sometimes it would be to know the happiness I felt in those moments for an eternity.
when i removed the stem from the honeysuckle
and delighted in the nectar
i knew something about those moments would always resonate with me,
and be as sweet as the corn and watermelon I ate on the back porch with my grandmother.
memories can be bittersweet.
but the sweet surpasses the bitter