Seated in the summer sun

Seated in the summer sun

drenched in heat

reading a novel, alone

how sweet.

With memories of you

drenched in heat,

feet stretched out

along the beach.

Where in the summer sun

you’d sit and read

a novel too, my mother

sweet.

While you’d watch us kids

the swimming sea,

and how you read

effortlessly,

I never wondered then

like I do now,

how a quiet lesson

could teach me how.

I turn each page

my mind at rest,

my mother’s sun

warm on my chest.

for those still reading.

Today I noticed I have acquired 350 followers. I wouldn’t think it so wise to follow me so let’s stick to calling everyone Readers! It’s tough enough to balance life’s daily tasks and then find time to read and write but you all have and I continue to do so myself. It’s an important thing I think to keep the mind actively working, no matter what the medium. Hope you all continue to support the arts and yourselves as individuals. Here’s to the next batch of words to come. Thank you to all those still reading, hang loose.