I make up your summer evenings.
You carry me around the campground,
As the grass tickles your feet
And sends a smile to your eyes.
I travel down your chin in intricate lines
And soak your hands in memories
That you will cherish forever.
These years of no worries
Of star-lit bonfires that warm the soul
Where nothing is fully soaked up
By that sponge you keep inside of you head.
When no one can tell you that someone is better
Than mommy and daddy
Because, in truth, who could be better
Than the very people
Who tell you bed time stories
And who keep us together?
These are the days
Of sun kissed memories being created
And when the sun is caught in everyone’s eyes
As we all march through a cinnamon high.
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