Summer, Stay
An end-of-August day, the air is crisp--
the only hint that fall is on its way.
And we’ve gone to the park to share this bliss,
for school will soon cut short his time for play.
The wide, paved paths meander round a pond,
'neath walnut-laden trees, and over creeks.
Bike freed from training wheels takes him beyond
my grasp, and off he rides with ruddy cheeks.
But soon he takes a spill and grabs his knee.
His little chin aquiver but no tears.
A kiss and Batman band-aid remedy.
“All better?” He nods bravely, quelling fears.
He scrambles to his bike and rides away.
I wish that time could slow and summer, stay.
5/1/2019
May 1, 2019
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Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2019
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