Warm summer days
The grass full & green
The smell of sweet
Honey suckle.

White trim, yellow house,
Brown hardwood floors
& green carpeted den.

The trampoline is
Where I’ll be
Happy & free.

Sticking frogs
In the pool,
Running through
The sprinklers.

Wanting & desperately to
Holding onto any sunshine.

It’s all a blur now,
But the sweet honey suckle
Is still there.