Come Again Soon

Come Again Soon

By

Mollie Lyon

I have this feeling I can't explain

A feeling I can put no name.

I think of summers past.

I see beauty that cannot last.

Playing and free.

My mother took care of me.

Dad, too, for the fun.

He loved the sun.

The beach, the yard, the lake

A picnic with Kentucky fried and cake.

Summer, summer, summer

Why do you have to end?

Visions of the shore

I want more.

Homesick

Sad

 Names I could use.

The stories from this muse.

 Of summer change.

Of summer growth.

Mom loved September.

I do now, too,

But not as kid.

School,

Putting on shoes.

Buying sweaters and jeans

The year I entered my teens.

Life changes fast.

Seasons mark the time

A childhood doesn't last.

And I repose on children mine

And their childhood is over, too.

Maybe the name should be Blue.

But I carry on

For summertime will soon come around.

The next year better

I plan for fun.