Summers Past
A Poem Written 06/20/2006
Summers Past
06/20/2006
David C. RobersonI remember summers when we splashed in water cool. Sunburns, sandwiches, and mud that got into the pool. Mom would bring us popsicles, and dogs would lick our toes. Days seemed longer then, you know, and all the months moved slow. So slow that I didn't notice all the things that changed, and now I see that nothing ever truly stays the same. And in those shining summers past, in my memories at least, Dad would grill our supper. When the sun went down, we'd feast. I pretend the drunken fighting was at someone else's, though. If time flies when you're having fun, I guess the torment made it slow. So slow that it never felt like anything would change, but thankfully I see now that nothing has to stay the same— Did you see the years fly by? Did you hear the gust of wind that went by so fast it could make our eardrums bust? Did you see us aging? Did you feel our planet spin? Or was it such a blur neither one of us could take it in? It was so slow that I didn't notice everything had changed.
Simply sad.
The kind of sadness that comes with the passing of time. Once, it felt as though time was chasing us; now we are the ones chasing time, carrying the burden of memory on our shoulders.
It's beautiful how you show the reader the ache of two opposites, how time seems to slow too much and yet go too fast. Brilliantly written. Thank you