Its a summer,
sitting in the house older than the dirt in the garden just outside.
In the summer heat,
where we wear our bathing suits all day long.
We stay out in the sun because,
Pop pop says its good for us
We eat and eat and eat,
And we play and play and play
"stay young," Pop Pop mumbles under his breath,
of course when I was younger I never truly understood the words spoken form his lips.
As a teen in my grandparent's backyard,
my ungraceful limbs and awkward body were welcomed.
Mom mom and Pop pop loved my brace face even when I didn't.
My stomach rolls didn't matter.
In fact, the only rolls that did matter were the ones we ate with our macaroni.
In my grandparents home, we spend busy mornings,
but lazy afternoons playing poker at the table.
In my grandparents house,
sadness rolls away like the waves at the local New England beach.
Of course, like any good family, things can get angry and heated,
But at my grandparent's house,
that's just how we know it is time for a swim.
