Poetry/Short Stories



When summer comes around

I wanna be

Be present in the moment

Of the sun

I wanna pick out my yellow dress

For a dance with my darling

I wanna dare to dream for days

Drawing out pictures in the sand

Under the sun

For days I wanna  gaze

At flowers and nothing else

For hours I wanna sip on sweet tea

Sweetened with honey from my honey bees

In summer

I know then I will see my neighbor

I will hear laughter from children

I haven’t heard all year

I will share my pie

That I have practiced making for months


This summer

I wanna dream beyond my wildest

I wanna dance to the tunes of my heart

I wanna dance with my darling


I will laugh my loudest

I wanna be

I wanna live 

I wanna laugh

While I can.

Susan McMillan

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