They say I make up memories
Baby memories I shouldn’t recall
I scoff, and run the memory movie
Giggling sister jumping on big bed
Me at her feet, little 2-year-old body bouncing
I laugh… laugh more…bounce higher, can’t stop laughing
9-year-old legs jump higher, bouncing my giggling body still higher
50s style sharp corner night table looms
Then, my dad, starched white shirt, skinny tie, shaking head
Me, head on Mom’s lap, scratchy sofa on bare legs
Bloody dishtowel wrapped ice pack covers my eye
“Again?” Dad asks
