By Renee Lishka
Bathing suits and sun block,
The pitter-patter crossing over
the wet concrete.
Remember the heat through
the savory aroma
of a sirloin appetite.
The jingle of a sweet and melting heaven,
giving little tummies a cold scoop of happiness.
Unfamiliar little faces become a sea
of smiling friends,
until summer’s end.
A forestry canvas
shield from the blazing sun.
Family roots planted in the roots,
of a tall oak.
Memories haunting the depth
of a lily sea.
that last beyond the hours of the day.
Young hands clasp
to a generation setting a trail
through the orchard of moments to come.