Summer—Season of Nostalgia

Summer

is the most nostalgic season for me.

The breezes blow my heart

to remembering the excitement,

MY excitement

of having my boys all to me,

not having to share them with their teachers

and school and homework

and…

Summer—

glorious days of waves

of water

and laughter

and wading through books

and baseball games

and loud music

and softer noises

as we stepped along the creek.

Slow mornings,

slower evenings

lingering from dusk to fireflies

alighting on an extended and still hand,

marveling at their magic

and ours

for seeing theirs.

Moments etched now

of sweet smiles

of wicked giggles

of red blood cells armed with light sabers to fight off an invasion of white cells,

of songs sung for and to each other

of puppet shows

loudly applauded and acclaimed

of sitting and listening in the dark…

to birds,

to crickets,

to starlit skies.

The memories

flit

in and out

of each other

conflating one summer

with the next,

leaving all

a residue

of their love

and their laughter.

Summer…

my most nostalgic season.

©paulaksgardner, 2025.
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