Ordinary Summer

Yesterday a friend came by,
Wondering what’s my most memorable
Footsteps in summer since I breath.
I said truly I don't remember
Any trails I left in youth.
All there I recall are in few years back,
When I was sick my father drove me
To the beach and ocean, to enjoy
Tea and coffee, observing nature
Swaying in harmony with the wind,
While air laying herself on her guests
As their warm blankets, heating up
The dance. But truly if you asked me
What’s the most memorable thing
Regardless seasons and decade changes,
They are all the quiet evenings,
Ordinary nights when we have
Dinner with the whole
Family sitting, chatting as clock walked by.
It doesn't matter if it was argument,
Or that it was humor of the day,
What’s matter is that we are whole.
What’s matter is that we enjoy time spent.

©May 4, 2003
Eliza Simmons