This week’s poem, a slight rewrite of an earlier poem. A special time for many people. I hope to follow up with one just for Kristian.
Summer
This, a summer of your spring time
World opening oyster-like.
You, a perfect grain of sand.
Paths display before you
A peacock train of lines and twirls
Aching for your tread.
Limitless sky blue and bold
Above youths days
That promise not to end.
Afternoons on green slopes
Lolling with beers, squinting at sunlight
And all those brilliant girls.
So much laughter
So many friends
And every option open.
Free from academic obligations
Now it’s all your choice,
Your own voice.
Intoxicating afternoons
With only the itch
Of grass to irritate.
And all the world stretched
Fresh and tempting
At your impatient feet.
2016
That was what we just experienced with your sons, when they had graduated the other day, and we received them with flags, roses, champangne, roses and a warm, blue sky.
Lovely poem Rilla, I think we all can identifye ourselves with the fantastiska feeling of being young, just owning the world!