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.