Summer begins with a promise
of new-found hope,
A gathering of strength and will.
Sometimes unexpected clouds
Turn sunny into darkness,
Lightness into tension,
And hope quickly devolves.
Summer then, lingers
as just another hard reminder
That fresh starts sometimes fade
in a field of celebration,
Far away and out of reach for now.
But I suppose it’s best we focus
More on our laughter than our tears,
More on what is good about a day,
than what is not.
And so, another gathering of words
and shared stories, and maybe some
laugh til’ you cry rememberings –
Retellings of past shenanigans.
Maybe summer was all just a little reminder
To keep trying, reaching and hoping.