Summer Afternoons

I recall the voices of summer afternoons,
my home filled with the opening of doors,
Laughing, joking, loud TV shows.
I would smile through the exhaustion
and empty refrigerator, as I told a friend
that fifteen kids had touched my heart,
left their mark, become a part of my day.

They often called me “mom”, even if I wasn’t,
Told me their secrets, whispered their fears.
Those days filled me with a sense of being needed,
appreciated, I was honored , I was loved.
Somewhere inside me, I was invigorated.
The tiredness, replaced by a special joy,
a completion of my need to be needed.

Now, the years have aged me, time has passed,
children grown, still the memories remain.
I hear my last teen walk in, laughing with a friend,
The refrigerator opens, the door closes.
“Hey, mom!” say two voices, as I fight a sweet tear.
“Wanna watch TV with us?” You bet I do.


6 Responses so far »

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    SomerEmpress said,

    I like the vulnerability and longing that you express in this, “Summer Afternoons”.

  2. 3

    I like the idea of memories remaining. Ah, summer days.

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    jane tims said,

    Hi. Very expressive poem. I only have one son, but I have great memories of his years with us. I visit him as often as possible and never pass up an opportunity to see him. I like the refrigerator door opening and closing… Jane

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