It’s Different This Time

A Poem By Ally Hella

I’m driving back to Michigan, but it’s different this time.
My dog is riding with me, lighter things are on my mind.
Popsicles, bonfires, swimming in the pool.
Letting these kids be kids -for them, this year has been a bit cruel.

I’m driving back to Michigan, but it’s different in June.
The sky is a little brighter, the birds are singing a different tune.
Pancakes, popcorn and s’mores under the stars.
Uncle Jon is with us, even if heaven feels far.

I’m driving back to Michigan, with a stronger mind and heart.
Those flowers from the funeral are dry, and now I’m going to make some art.
Long walks, bike rides, a skateboard and a scooter.
Luckily it’s summer break, Aunt Ally is no tutor.

I’m driving back to Michigan, but this time it’s for the kids.
Mom and dad are going out of town, so a surprise visit from Aunt Ally it is.
Twelve, nine, eight and four…
I hope when the kids look back someday, these memories are held at their core.

I’m driving back to Michigan, I’ll be there by dinnertime.
Long talks are due with my sister over some High Noons and some wine.
Rummikub, cards, kayaking in the sun.
I’m exhausted from this visit, and it hasn’t even begun.

I’m driving back to Michigan, and I wish I could see his face.
It wasn’t the one I remembered, but nothing will ever take its place.
Shooting guns, riding bikes, flying over the creek on that rope swing.
I hold those memories at my core, as he now flies with angel wings.

I’m driving back to Michigan, but I’ll always remember that trip in September.
I guess sometimes you have to lose someone to really, truly remember.
So, pack the car, hit the road, bring some coffee and a snack.
You oughtta learned by now that you can’t get these days back.