This poem was written as a response to a prompt to write about a favorite childhood memory and the people who made it special.
have slipped from my mind.
Only wisps of good ones
linger, teasing my recall.
Still, I’ll try
for the sake of this poem.
That summer evening
we climbed into a Ferris wheel,
not the closed-bucket kind,
but one where feet dangle,
seats sway, and gears click
with each stop and go.
I am not certain
who was braver
in this annual ritual.
His fear had already shown
one day at the circus,
darting out as acrobats swung above.
My own fear echoed his.
Perhaps his easygoing display, his casual
“Let’s go for a ride,”
was a gift to me -
a few minutes together
in a week otherwise given
to golf.
Once the wheel began turning,
smoothly gathering speed,
we relaxed.
The vast ocean and twinkling lights
became our shared wonder.
For those few moments
we enjoyed the ride,
suspended in motion -
father and daughter,
facing fear together,
making time
to make a memory.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-02-05 at 01:09
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Wisps of Summer
Most childhood memorieshave slipped from my mind.
Only wisps of good ones
linger, teasing my recall.
Still, I’ll try
for the sake of this poem.
That summer evening
we climbed into a Ferris wheel,
not the closed-bucket kind,
but one where feet dangle,
seats sway, and gears click
with each stop and go.
I am not certain
who was braver
in this annual ritual.
His fear had already shown
one day at the circus,
darting out as acrobats swung above.
My own fear echoed his.
Perhaps his easygoing display, his casual
“Let’s go for a ride,”
was a gift to me -
a few minutes together
in a week otherwise given
to golf.
Once the wheel began turning,
smoothly gathering speed,
we relaxed.
The vast ocean and twinkling lights
became our shared wonder.
For those few moments
we enjoyed the ride,
suspended in motion -
father and daughter,
facing fear together,
making time
to make a memory.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 16 times
Written on 2026-02-05 at 01:09
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