Satin Summer
Satin summer sundays.
With the young children.
Picnicking in the shade
Nana takes them to swim.
Watching while they play.
There growing so big.
Those memories we've made.
Are, a most treasured gift.
Sewsaws and swings.
The roundabout spins.
As we reminisce.
Upon satin summer bliss.
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