Summer

 Treading water

With egg beater legs

In the  deep end

of the pool,

My mind drifts far

and away

to a vanilla

mountain

In grandma’s kitchen

She and

I ate

from a bowl.

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29 thoughts on “Summer

  1. it does always seem that the best parts of our summer memories are in our grandmother’s bowls and the deep end of the pool.

    thank you for the nostalgia. 🙂

    1. You’re welcome. Thanks for reading, Kir. I also connect with your summer girl mentality entry. Can’t keep me out of the sun, no matter the skin damage, ug. At least I wear sunscreen and a hat now.

  2. Never met 3 of my four and the one I do remember was kinda grumpy! If she woulda just offered up some vanilla mountains i would have left smiling!

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