Taste of Childhood

By Lorna Ye

The apricot scent of my new shampoo
reminds me of the popsicle
I ate as a little girl.
As the weightless lather blends
in my wet hair, I recall
the icy sweetness melting
on my craving tongue,
fresh, fragrant, lingering.

It’s funny
how a five-cent popsicle
could bring such rich savory joy;
how a five-dollar shampoo
could bring back memories that
time has dimmed.