Summer Day

Summer Day


It's a lazy day in summertime
And everything is fine
I'm sitting on my porch swing
Holding a glass of wine.

My kids are being rowdy
In the yard just over there
And gentle breezes blow around
My wisps of sweat-curled hair.

I've got dirt under my fingernails
From gardening all day long
And behind me in the trees the robins
Sing a happy song.

My husband's in the back yard
Fixing something old
I'm watching him and waiting
For him to ask ask for something cold.

I rock a little, back and forth
And smile just a bit
These are the days I hope and pray
That I will never forget.

Suppression

suppression

some memories are wet
with purple fear
and gray regret

some are silver
masking aching, glaring red

jump over the spaces
the blanks and hidden, empty places
and close your eyes

fill them in with dreams
and lies
and other people's stories

if you believe it
long enough to make it real
you might survive
and never know the cost