Sweet Treats of the Summer

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I amble out into my backyard
The grass scratches my bare feet
The sun smiles down on me as I tug at my swimsuit
Just as I pass that old dilapidated swing set, I spot them
Those magnificent sweet treats
Memories of my past summers come flooding back
Picking them for glorious salads, or using them as “lunch for a game of pretend”
I scavenge for the perfect one
I grin as I think of all the time and effort my dad put into these plants
I see tons that have that orange-brown look to them
Those are the ones that only have a few weeks until they are perfect
Some are just babies
They still need to be nourished by the mother vine
Then, I see the perfect one
I twist it off the vine and pop it into my mouth
My teeth break the skin and the juice oozes out
So much effort was put into making this sweet treat
Love and care has been poured into every plant
Every sprinkler system and fence has been put into place for these plants
Though not by me, which makes me feel guilty for enjoying them so much
But, my dad wouldn’t want them to just be gazed at
Like a statue in a museum
No, rather, he planted this fruit for everyone to share
I pick a bunch of perfect ones and walk past the dilapidated swing set once more
As I walk back, I think how much these sweet treats are loved
And how much the person who planted them is, too





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Sandyb39 said...
Feb. 18, 2009 at 3:34 am
Kelly, I know your Dad is beaming with pride from up above. I wish he were here. I can imagine him sitting at the piano writing sweet music to your poem. Keep writing, you have so much talent to share.
 
JulieMD82 said...
Feb. 3, 2009 at 1:32 pm
Kel, I love this poem, and although it isn't the 1st time I've heard it, it brings a ton of memories to mind for me. Thanks for sharing it with everyone!
 
stumpy said...
Feb. 2, 2009 at 10:18 pm
I believe that a poem is good when you feel like you are actually there sharing that experience. This is a perfect example of that. I can picture myself in your backyard admiring, and eventually partaking of these sweet treats. I loved it.
 
DZawitos said...
Feb. 2, 2009 at 7:12 pm
My mouth is watering thinking about eating one of those sweet treats. I can picture your Dad working in his garden, inspecting each one, and looking forward to his family enjoying them. Your poem makes me miss him even more. I'm sure your Dad is proudly looking down on you now, happy that his garden gave you so many wonderful memories, and happy that you enjoy nature as much as he did. I didn't know that you could write poetry so well. Thank you for sharing this. Love Aunt Deb
 
stargirly said...
Feb. 2, 2009 at 5:51 am
wow. i've known you for so long and yet i never knew that (i mean about the garden)... i really like this poem, i could see you in ur backyard and i could really feel how much it all means to u... <3 u kelly :)
 
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