My son, Larry, built me a lovely front porch
I look forward to summers, when I eat lunch there,
It’s an extra room, to seat warm-weather guests
Surprisingly, I have few unwanted bugs and pests.
I’ve served lots of iced tea and cookies
When friends stop by for a chat,
It’s usually pleasant and cool
The heat lately, would make anyone drool.
At lunch time, I sit inside with a fan
Instead of on the porch, that feels like an oven,
Where did all this 90° come from?
Me, who loves summer, doesn’t call this fun.
But one day, we were blessed with 82° and a breeze
I gathered lunch on a tray, the weatherman heard me pray,
Everything tasted fine on my porch
It’s about time we had a perfect day!
I was soaking up this lovely day
A bit lonely, but you can’t have everything.
When Larry rumbled in on his motorcycle
The fresh peas from his garden, made me want to sing.
They were shucked and ready to cook
What a delicious treat to see,
How kind of him to shell them for me
Suppertime later, will be a treat.
Just when I feel “down in the dumps”
Along comes someone to give me a lift
I have friends, daughters, and a son,
They fill my heart with smiles, when day is done.
