Soft

How i feel with my loved ones

Soft hands caressing my golden-brown hair

Catching gold and red in the sunlight

All of our smooth brown hands holding cake and 

Laughing while dads talk about the Timberwolves game in 

The living room with dark sienna couches and yellow curtains 

Brown eyes and curly hair the same as mine 

All chase each other around tagging and sending weird gifs 

To each other and cutting the cake while someone else cuts the cheese 

Momentarily clogging up the air as we all cough from the methane and grin 

At each other, each knowing who did it

the air feels like a dazzling sunset dream with bubbles 

Floating lightly on the beach and we all cheer at whoever’s graduating, 

Getting married, or whatever holiday we celebrate

Cherokee blood flowing through us, the Jewish in us and the white in some of my cousins

The black in our skin and big lips 

All cheering and making merry 

at the kids table devouring the cupcakes, 

Soft hands fumbling for juice and sugar 

While the adults smoked and drank 

Soft heads rub against the mattresses and couches as we sleep 

Bundled in guacamole covers and tortilla pillowcases 

Soft laughter as we learn a new game we know we’ll all forget 

All of us can’t wait till next year when our family comes together again

But for now 

Soft dreams and memories caress our thoughts and we 

Smile as we drive back towards our respective houses, the 

Soft music and bubbles floating behind us

Reviews

[destiny renteria]

lovely poem do u wana to text?

[Noah]

Thanks, Jordan. I’m glad you like it!

[Jordan. S]

:) Welcome! It was great!

[Jordan. S]

That is a very sweet poem reflecting on how family reunions or just being with loved ones should feel like.