A smear of jam on my white shirt, the school uniform I always complained about.
Now, after many years, better to say, many decades, I miss that time. I miss the lightness portrayed in my memories when the worries were the exams and friendships.
The breakfast and lunch were always ready before and after school, as well as delicious snacks to take with me. Peanut butter and jam were savoured in hurry between laughs and books.
The smear of jam on my white shirt was inevitable.
No worries, the shirt would be washed as soon as I got home.
sprouting memory a forgotten smear of jam shift in the season
Joining Tanka Tuesday – Synonyms only – Change & Grow and have chosen shift and sprouting for the Haiku
Joining Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge – a smear of jam – the text only (99 words)