Jacks, and Hopscotch,
Heat melted drips of the Red White and Blue Big-Shot,
The sound of basketballs bouncing on the hot summer pavement,
Sitting next to mom,
as the breeze captures the scent of her ‘White Diamonds’ fragrance.
The grumpy old man across the street, Yelling, “Stay off of my grass!”,
Those days are long gone,
but the memories will forever last.
~Andrea L’Artiste copyright