Youngest Summers

Sunflower kisses,

On your skin.

And watermelon,

Down your chin.

 

Muddy feet,

From a summer's rain.

Evening grilling,

leaves a ketchup stain.

 

Sticky fingers,

Toss a ball.

Ring-a-round the rosey,

We all fall.

 

Mumma knows,

That we remember.

Our youngest summers,

I will treasure.

 

Author's Note

Input always welcome(:

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Nostalgia that is sweet, heartfelt and lovely of lyric. Combined with starkly apt imagery, "Youngest Summers" clearly displays both talent and craft.
Very fine work, Devan!

[—-]

how beautifully light hearted, our formtive years inform the rest of our days :)
ah ring-around-the-roses is so nostalgic for me! well done!