Wild Dog on the Streets

Family Poem by Emily Diaz de Leon 19 One of my earliest memories was when I was six.

We were traveling by car from New York to Texas.

I may have been out of state multiple times, but this one’s the most notable of mine.

It was during the holidays in December.

The weather was warm too, if I do so remember.

I visited family and got some gifts.

It was nice while it lasted, I’ll now admit.