My Life In Word

A Summer Memoir

Summer days at Grandma’s, in the countryside,
Running wild with cousins, laughter as our guide.
Freeze tag in the morning, sprinting through the grass,
Mother-May-I's careful steps, hoping we could pass.
Hopscotch outlined in the sand, bare feet and smiles,
Red-Light Green-Light challenges, stretching out for miles.
Jumping rope in rhythm, songs that never end,
Hide-and-seek adventures, around each hidden bend.
Drinking from the water hose, cool and sweet relief,
Exploring Grand-daddy’s land, like intrepid little thieves.
Whispers of his moonshine, hidden in the trees,
Hunting for those secrets, on our hands and knees.
That fateful day, a BB gun, a shot rang through the air,
No tears and shouts, a lesson learned, a scar that still remains,
But the joy of summer’s freedom coursing through our veins.
Evenings brought us closer, stars began to peek,
Stories shared on Grandma’s porch, as night began to speak.
Country summers, memories etched in golden hue,
At Grandma’s house, with cousins, where our spirits flew.

Simona A. Brinson