Freezer Pops

Blue skies and white clouds,
Rays of sun and soft breezes.
No, this isn't the beginning
Of a sappy love poem.

This is remembrance.
Childhood days where bare feet
Were the shoes of choice.
Wriggling your toes in the grass,
Splashing your hands in the creek.

The smell of manure on the fields.
Sitting on the concrete front stoop,
Eating a freezer pop.
Mom's smile when we brought her
Dandelion bouquets.

Sunlight streaming through the windows,
Lighting up my dad's violets.
Wind chimes and bird houses.
Forts and games of tag.

God the city is beautiful today.