In Summer
I will see you in my yard
In Summer we will sit on the patio
as the frogs and infinite creatures watch
In Summer
we will barbecue corn wrapped in husks
and take out work gloves to get them
off the grill
In Summer
we will wear shorts and sleeveless tops
and talk until it gets dark
In Summer a chicken dinner
before us
All those days are gone
I still have the gloves
I still have the memories
Its Winter now
don't know what Summer holds
Sweet dreams cover my heart
a precious box of memories
pervades my soul.
Love walks on many paths
You are here on mine.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Sunday, 22 January 2012
In Summer - Anita Holzberg
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