My Childhood (Matthew Zapruder)

A grand title for this poem by Matthew Zapruder, but the poem reads simply and clear-eyed.

Each line seems almost like a distinct memory flash from childhood. It was like the poet just wrote the title and then recorded the first 10 or so images that came to mind. The collection of them is comforting and suburban. It reads like an adult thinking of being a child - the words/grammar are easy to understand (childish), but the mood and overall sense between the images is graver, more adult.

Favorite line: "the mother comes home and finds the child animal sleeping"