Summertime
Where the living is easy?
There was a body That grew inside me One that embodies The bruise of timing A child clings First to his mother, though There’s a quiet sting as Touch shifts farther Away in space and the Ways we engage Inside pages reframing The strangeness of aging You’ll pull away From my gaze From my reign— I’ll hide my pain But I will remain And I pray That you will stay Like yesterday, as Summertime plays Nearly as big as I am But I picture the hand That wrapped round my finger, Brand-new eyes caught my glance And now a decade’s advanced And you grant me the chance To hold you and sing you Songs of futures And pasts
©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.



I kinda love this one even though it reminds me of my own little people who aren't little anymore. Bittersweet.