Lacy weed, white topped and waving,
blooming all over, next to, on the
road. Do you notice? Do you stop,
stare, admire, pick? Or rather
ignore, pull, toss aside; nothing
but a weed in the summer heat.
Children blossom in the summer,
their hair fading, wispy waves
blowing in the breeze next to
their laughter. Do you notice?
Do you stop, stare, admire?
Or rather ignore, toss aside;
nothing but aggravation in the
Gather them up, weedy flower with
gangly child. Gather them up in
arms of welcome with gentle
hands and laughing eyes. Gather
and cherish, for soon summer
shall fade as quickly as the
passing of a childhood.
Gather them both and breathe
in the smell of sun, of youth,
of summer heat.