prayer
whenever I gaze at the wide
blue yonder
in appreciation and gratitude
when
I recall gentle days of
summer.
The glory of sunshine
upon my face
a breath of wind whis’pring
my name
chirping of crickets in a
frenzy.
O splendours of creation, you continue
to surprise me!
The balmy days of summer
echo souvenirs of time past
of familiar voices laughing
and chanting, “It’s my turn, it’s my turn!”
And thoughts of Grandmother, her
touch, so comforting.
Memories as these are forever
engraved in my heart.