Lost Summers

I recall when summer
Was sitting in the shade,
Drinking icy glasses
Of Mama's lemonade.

In the magic summer
When love was fresh and new,
Delight of summer evenings
Exclusively for two.

Later on the summers
Were two weeks at the shore;
Brushing sand from children,
Wishing days were more.

Life with all its burdens,
Halts not for summer's treasure.
There no longer is much time
To taste of summer's pleasure.

Summers have grown shorter
And busier it seems.
Lazy days of summer
Are only in my dreams.

By: Joyce 5/19/04