Words from the Heart

On this July 4th weekend, I have waxed nostalgic. Thinking of summers past, I decided to share some "summer poems."  Enjoy! Wet Cement   The hellacious heat of summer cooked us  as we sat in the shade of curtained rooms.  The rumblings of thunder could be heard  far away, like an oncoming train that is heard  long before it arrives, rattling into a station.  The air sat heavy on us, except when the fan,  positioned to blow like a zephyr back and forth,  happened to kiss our salt-laden skin.  Suddenly, light exploded outside the window  open to emit the tiniest relief from the building heat.  One by one, they come, loosed from clouds – We peek out the windowed shelter like hunters,  peering through the blind, waiting for the flock to land.  In moments, the streets become alive with the sound of  thousands of tiny fairy feet kissing the scalding concrete. The magic of their dance imme...

Image by NapaneeGal via Flickr   York Beach at Sunset This past weekend, I had the opportunity to spend the weekend with my daughters. We were creating memories. Now, that isn't so unusual, I realize, but what was unusual was that we ALL got to be together for an afternoon at the beach.  We were creating memories! This is something I haven't had the pleasure of doing with them since they were young.   Our day at the beach was about as perfect as a day at the beach can be.  Just enough clouds kept it from being sweltering.  The Gulf Stream warmed the waters of Southern Maine, unexpectedly, providing a glorious playground for those of us who love the ocean.  The grandchildren kept me entertained with frequent runs down the beach to get wet, then visits to the tide pools, then castle building and back to the water to wash off sand.   My Grandchildren Playing Together Amazing as it may sound, my girls and I all got to swim together.  (Tha...