Grass stains and soccer cleats
Kickball, hotbox, night games fill summer weeks
Sidewalk chalk, gardener snakes
In at 9 and don’t be late
It’s almost dark as we run back
The yard still coved with ball and bat
Strip down, mom orders, you’re coved in dirt
Wash your hands and give me that shirt
Up to the bath, take out the toys
One of a dolphin that makes a flipping noise
Dessert is ice cream, three big scoops
Hershey’s sauce, butterscotch chips, swirled into a chocolate mousse
Up to bed, climb the ladder
Say your prayers and stop the chatter
Sprinkler sounds, dogs bark
A smurf night light to chase away the dark poetry |