You Capture: Summer

Summer

Sweet hand,

 enclosed in mine,

leading me

somewhere new

or just because

free

Ice cream

and water

and multi-colored tongues

and smiles

Bravely

but cautiously

embracing new things

like

not-too-hot tire swings

that go round

not up

not down

Discovering new heroes,

longing for new adventures

opening new eyes

and minds

and books

Middle brothers growing

into big ones,

learning to protect

and love

Red trains chugging ever-so-slowly

 to relieve tired Mommies

 from heat

and the tired shoulders

that come

from piggy back rides

and forgotten strollers

Reveling in the joy

 of each

childful moment

of each sweet smile

of each sweet hand

of each sweet love

Summer