Toys of Summer

Summer kids bring tons of toys

They fill the bathtub and

bring secret joys

They drive you crazy

trying to pick them up

under foot and broken cup

But when they leave

and you clean up the mess

you understand why you

miss them most

Once the toys are put

in their winter place

time stands still

and seems to erase

The joy of toys

and the memories

of the children

that brought them.

The deck is clear

The laundry is done

The toys put away

The children are gone.

As soon as they leave

In the quiet time

You miss them the most

and know life is sublime.

Who cares about madness?

when the grandkids arrive.

You love it because

You are glad to be alive.

A simple hug from a child

restores body and mind

Despite the sore muscles

and the bruises in kind.

Now you wait for the call

or the facetime show

As they reach through the phone

so that you will both know

That love transcends time

But you must settle your mind

So the toys will come back

With the kids right behind.

FTC