It was my first fire,
a little kid’s desire,
grilling the memories of home in my heart.
We’d marinade the meat
and skewer practically anything.
Turn by turn, keeping them apart.
Music from the radio
drowned out our awful singing solo.
We took turns sampling from the grill at the start.
Such fondest memories
of food, fun, and families.
Grilled memories I share, still burning in my heart.