If only the sun would come out
And shine on my smile
I could glisten like a Diamond
That has never known misery
The Michigan winter dreadfully dreary
I wait for the summer to arrive with its joy
I miss waking up to the birds’
Sing song chirping outside my windowsill
And the sound of waves
Hitting the sandy shores
Where my son’s smile can be heard
In his delight
The sunshine warmth coloring our skin
My son’s into a golden tan
And mine full of freckles
As if the heavens threw glitter on my skin
An angel’s kiss
I miss the smell of grass freshly mowed
And the crispness of bottled water
After chasing my son in the park
Or running behind him as he wobbles on his bike
Down a bumpy trail
The sweet relief of a thunderstorm
When the heat hasn’t broken for days
And the way my bed doesn’t feel lonely
In the midst of summer
Sprawled out on my covers,
Limbs in all directions
Begging to catch every slight breeze
From my opened window,
Just a few things I miss about summer
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