EACH SUMMERS DAY,AS I TRY TO UNWIND
I BEGIN TO ENVISION PHOTOGRAPHS IN
A SECTION OF MY MIND
AND I REFLECT UPON MY TIES THAT BIND
MY CHILDREN PULLING ME
EACH AND EVERY WAY
SHOUTING HURRY UP I WANT
TO GO OUT AND PLAY
HUSBAND WITH LEATHER BRIEFCASE
IN HAND
LOOKING FOR A NEW ACCOUNT TO LAND
THE HOT SUMMER BREEZE BARELY
MOVING THE TREES,BRIGHT YELLOW MARIGOLDS
AND BUZZING BUMBLE BEES
THE BEACH WITH BLUE WAVES AND
SAND CASTLES, SMALL KIDS FIGHTING
PARENT BATTLES, THE SWELTERING HUMIDITY
THE HUM ,FAN BLOWING AT MY FEET
PEOPLE WAITING FOR VACATION
TO RELIEVE THE BOREDOM OF THE
SUBWAY STATION
COME SEPTEMBER THE SUMMER WILL
BE OVER AND”I’LL DREAM ABOUT THE
WHITE CLIFFS OF DOVER”