Mother: Summer
by Sally L. Hickey
Her warmth surrounds like a gentle breeze.
Elegance, like summer’s apex of colors, greenery, gardens in full bloom.
Exquisite taste; hybrid roses in graduating hues.
Generous, open arms extended like fruited branches.
Loyal to summers past, long shadows.
Changeable, hemlines up, hemlines down, newest show in town,
Sun, wind, raindrops, steamy pavements, recurring sun.
Carefree, tots play from first streaks of light till setting sun.
Cheerful as chirping birds on still summer morns. Dull days fresh.
Rain turns dry brown earth into lush green bed.
When sprinkles come, she’s sun shining through.
Independent, never stays too long, Fall is always on her heels.
Never bothersome like biting mosquitoes or buzzing bees.
Ages gracefully, endless sunshine blends into Indian summer.
When will the sun set? Darkness comes late, longest days.
She will depart softly, like a balmy summer night,
To meet her beloved husband, and tiny son, and friends,
And her God, leaving a trail of light behind.
The darkness of winter never to cover those she knew.
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