Younger Summers

Apple trees at grandmas
Blue summer skies
The playful whinnies of the frolicking horses
Not a care in the world
I run and play
I don't care how I look
My hair is a tangled mess
Mommy is out again
Daddy is working
At least I have grandma
I know she loves me
Because she gives me candy
And kisses on my forehead
She tells me my parents love me
They just don't see me often
Well I love them
And that's alright.