summer tales


The world is too wet to play outside.

They don’t seem to mind and neither do I.

It goes so fast they say, but stubborn old me,

I’m not ready to concede, not yet.

Oh, I know it’s true.

In the time it took me to snap a photo

upload it to my computer

and type a few words in the blank space

they’ve already moved on

to bigger and better basements.

I was sad they were gone.

But then, just as I thought it was all over

the little one returns

“Mama”, he says, climbing into my lap

I welcome the child, picking him up

holding him close

and for a wrinkle in time

the world is just right.


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