Endless outdoor days
have kissed your skin
a sweet summer brown,
soft and warm in the sunlight
as you gaze across the water.
I hear my own dad's voice
calling me brown as a berry
after my month long exploits
in our summers before sunscreen,
and I see my childhood
in your golden skin.
Endless hours running free,
swimming, playing, riding bikes...
roaming with friends
from dawn 'til dusk.
You've had another glorious summer,
a child's joy
mixed with flashes of
the young man you're becoming,
but for now
I watch my sweet boy
out on the water.
Brown as a berry,
just like his mama.
- ljh 8/20/16
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