DO YOU REMEMBER

Come with me, no shoes allowed. Let’s go barefoot in the grass.
Hold my hand as we remember, all the summers of the past. Eating ice cream in the sunshine as it dribbles down our arms, Playing hopscotch and singing songs Like “Old McDonald had a farm”.
Orange soda and Kool-Aid pops and cooking hotdogs on the grill. Trying to see who the strongest was, who would be King of the Hill? Sitting by the lakeside, squishing sand between our toes Chasing fireflies in the night sky, never knowing why they glowed.
Summer rains that gently fell and washed my little face. Sitting down at supper time, with family saying grace. Thank you, Lord, for giving me these precious memories. Older now but remembering, with every summer breeze.