My Summer Is...
Page turning
Children swimming
Gobs of learning
Yet, I enjoy with a tight gut for the time is passing.
I fret.
I stew.
I mourn the care-free days, soon to be lost.
I'm glad to be reminded of what, my Summer should be...
Moments Defining
Deep Sighing
Smile Savoring
Children enjoying
Gobs of cherishing
To enjoy the flittering moment.
Far from the Yet.
Be still.
And breath in the sweet timing, the brief moment, the undone list.
I'm here, now, and it can't be taken from me today.
Not even by the ticking clock.
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