Everything looked the Same

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry

It was just another day at the county fair.
Everything looked the same.  
Vendors gathered in their dedicated spots.
The music venue sat under the white canopy
by the pond that never changes location.

Henna ink has lightened – the faded hummingbird
no longer reminds me of Mom, the wolf, incognito,
but the memory shines like the glimmering pond…

Chatter and laughter echo around the zooming roller coasters,
high-flying swings, and games that will eagerly take your dollar bills.
Feathered spectators compete in the distance, but their melodies
as faint as clouds drifting in the sky. Soft tacos satisfy our palates
under a waterfall of sunshine as we observe parents walking by
with their children wearing cotton candy smiles.
Nothing brings more joy than cheering on the trio of piglets
racing around the track. Their curly tails in view past the finish line!

What a delightful visual the lively grounds present from the revolving
Ferris Wheel. I grab my cell for photos of him with the crowd’s energy
buzzing in the background. He entertains me with these photo ops,
knowing how much I love documenting precious moments.  
The ride pauses with our bucket at the top while others climb in below
for their trip around the moon – our fingertips almost touch the vast blue.
I am surprised by the vacancy of butterflies in my stomach.

It was just another day at the county fair.
Everything looked the same, except…
this day was time spent with my adult son –
he would soon embark on a cross-country adventure.
So, a Sunday of togetherness while enjoying
the county fair landscape proved to be anything
but the same, and was indeed different in the very best way –
worth more than any materialistic possession I could ever own.  

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72 thoughts on “Everything looked the Same”

  3. What a great way to spend time with your son, Lauren: Fun at the fair with him as he prepares to head out on an adventure. I love county fairs, and have ever since I was a tiny fellow. Your poem captures both, the sense of a county fair complete with pigs, and precious family time.

    1. Thanks for your wonderful comment, Curt. Hubby got sick at the last moment, and since my son was home at the time, he offered to go with me. I’m grateful for the close relationships we have with him and our daughter. These times are so special. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Cindy! My hubby and I were going to go, but then he got sick at the last minute, so my son offered. I’m happy that he and our daughter still love to hang out with their parents. 🙂 It was a great day! 💖💖

  21. Your poem is as moving and revealing as is your love for your son.

    Lauren, I’m not a mom, but it feels to me like no matter how old your kids are, when they come home from far away, it fills your heart. When they leave, it breaks your heart. (in a good way)

    Anyway, I’m merely an outside observer, but love is seen.

    xo❦🌹🌟💓xo

    1. Thanks so much, Resa, and you know what? You said it perfectly! When they come home, my heart is filled. But when they leave, it breaks all over again (but in a good way because we want them to live their lives). I just wish they lived closer, and maybe someday, we all will live closer. CA is just so expensive, so they want more bang for their buck. We’re moving in 2 years or less, too, so it’s going to depend on where they are at that time. Anyway, thank you for shining the light. xoxoxoxoxo

  25. What a great way to spend with your son. Thanks, Lauren for the memories of a day at the country fair which is pretty much the same whether on the East or West Coast. In The United States or Canada. ❤

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