Vespers’ share from Grace Daverson


They say memories fade with time

But I don’t think so

because the weeks I spend

riding, swimming, talking, walking,

petting, reading, playing and dreaming

Here. Right here.

Those memories are as deep and crisp as the taste of a way too juicy watermelon at Outpost

And the smell of fur and feathers at smanimals

And the chunka, chunka, chunka of a kneeboard at the lake

And the sound of outdated music at way too early in the morning

and the sight of all the counselors, campers, of all my friends, dressed in grass skirts and

leis and lipstick, even the boys.

Here. Right here.

Those memories are as dear to me as

a cherished book of song.

Because I know that no matter how

tired, sore, or terrified I am,

I have not wasted a second of my life

Here. Right here.

-Grace Daverson

3 thoughts on “Vespers’ share from Grace Daverson

  1. kelli

    I love you and miss you terribly Gracie. This is amazing and true. None of my memories of camp fade. I remember every conversation, every smell, every wet, rainy night in the back country. Everything.

  2. Dearest Grace!! You brought tears to my eyes (in the best possible way). What beautiful, profound and true things you wrote, it echoes in my heart that way, too. I will keep this beautiful piece of writing in my Camp album. Superb!!!

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