Piles of grass on a new mown lawn
Sweet perfume of summer

Flowers blooming through sidewalk cracks
Promises of hope eternal

Flocks of birds in the evening sky
Time to put the reaper down

Laughter from a distant place
Joy that may be borrowed

Smell of cookies newly baked
Proof that love is manifest
ljm

I couldn’t become June Cleaver for you.
You couldn’t be Marcia Brady for me.
I tried to put that apron on
And learn to make a *** roast, but
You took a grudge and nourished it
And watched it thrive for 30 years
While I turned into a withered husk
In the desert of lost affection.

I wanted to be your special friend -
Your one safe place in a tempest.
I built strong walls and a comforting fire
You never set foot past the doorway.
The welcome mat was never pulled in
And a small light was always burning
But you were lost in a different place
And wouldn’t let me try to find you.
ljm