As ever, forever lasts until our eyes close.
sometimes I blink just to fool it.

sometimes I sit to watch trees grow
pointless is something I know,
but mostly,
I pace up and down in my old
dressing gown and wonder
where did the time go.

I'm an athlete.
I can throw and catch,
and run in the sun-
all shiny and bright.
And you just sleep, sleep, sleep.

Look at me, mama.
I'm a writer.
I do poetry and stories,
all pretty and pink,
and all you do is,
sleep, sleep, sleep.

Look at me, mama.
I can dance.
I'm lonely,
I'll move to France,
meet a woman, and get married.
Look at the ants crawl through
the spilled red juice on
the grass, nature everywhere,
as you sleep, sleep, sleep. 

Look mama,
Look at me, mama!
I have children now,
all good and wise,
you're a grandma.
Why don't you wake up?

Please look at me, mama.
Open your eyes.
I'm lonely and afraid.
I'm old now, and cold,
and you still,
just
sleep, sleep, sleep...

Your wind is glorious
Your nearly blew over a ferry to Cape Cod and Nova Scotia
There is more to you than that
Your nights are sultry and velvety with starry blankets
Your lemony sun and turquoise make for great moments
Sunshine and lollipops
There is so much more to you than that
Beaches, vacations, reunions, weddings, and graduations
Milestones and memories
Your days are laid back and carefree
You are more than any other season
You give us a breather
Longer days
Rhymes are cleaner
Rhythms are crisper
Melodies are sharp
You are short and sweet but always remembered
Especially when we turn the clocks back in November

C@rainbowchaser2021