Blackberries for Amelia

I really like this poem because it brings back memories of my own. I love that this poem kind of shows time change and how the blackberries start out as "five-petaled blooms of chalky white" and end as "dark berries, savage-sweet and worth the wait..." The word choice that the author uses really gives the reader a painted picture in their head. I remember when my grandpa and I would go out in our backyard in Steamboat Springs and pick raspberries. My face would be stained and my hands colored red. I remember how sweet and juicy the berries were and how my grandpa would tell me to grab the berry at it's stem and not the bottom otherwise I would squish it. It was just a moment time that I had with my grandpa where we would talk and he would share his memories and wisdom with me. I don't have this anymore because time passes and my grandpa past away. Thats why I love this poem because that's exactly what it represents is time passing by. The little memories that I remember I treasure, and it's the little moments in this poem that make memories so special.