My parents got a divorce when I was a young child. The other night before Father’s Day while I was asleep I somehow remembered my fourth grade teacher and how she had her students write a poem. I guess you could say I was dreaming. When I got up the next morning, I immediately began writing down the poem that I had wrote. I was never one to write poetry although I never thought I would become an author either – one never knows!
When I had written this poem it was the reflection of memories from when my parents were still married and also after they had divorced. I am not sure if it would have been wise for my parents to stay together, however looking back I did miss both of them and tried to remember the good times.
Point and case to this blog is to make you think about how you grew up and what effects it may have on your life today.
SUMMER
In summer I go swimming up and down the pool
the next day I have to go to school
The children fool the teacher with a little creature
it’s name is stinker cause it always bites your finger
In summer I go fishing and do a lot of wishing
I pop oil bubbles in the street and mother’s mad when she looks at my feet
Summer is so warm and kind I’m glad when winter’s left behind