"We should call you crash" he said with a playful smile
"Okay then I will call you burn" a giggle errupted just then
That little sun that only a child can have rose and fell on him
Greasy jeans and clanky tools, these were the best things about summer
Whispers way after bedtime two little girls shared stories and secrets
Bare feet pad on carpeted stairs, hurry! he'll think we're asleep!
Giggles betray us, just as the muted tv
Darn it! aren't those our cards scattered hither and yon from endless rounds of go fish?
Sleepy eyes saw nothing, morning came early, hot chocolate with breakfast-
Always the best, we knew maybe later he would take us for ice cream
"Chunkey monkey?"
"Yes please!"
And some nights the crickets song was drowned by the roar of his engine
Stadium lights glinted off painted blurs on wheels.
Pavement like a stony sea stretched on and on and on...
Claps and sqeals of childrens glee floated on the muggy summer breeze
Win or lose meant nothing at all
He brought them together, summers were the best
Years ago out on that old beloved track they all loved so much
The Lord called him home-
Many a tear are shed when the sun heats the sidewalks
Memories flood a silent bedroom
Peace was made years ago and yes she has let go
But some days that old knife returns
How we miss those summer days
Author notes
In loving memory of the most awesome uncle a girl could have
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