Southern Summers of My Youth

I watched her distorted face through the glass
I turned up to drink sweet tea, while lying in the grass.
She went on and on about what I was supposed to be doing, but I tuned her out
And listened to the ice cubes clanging instead, hoping she wouldn’t resort to a shout.
I reminisced about the southern summers of my youth when I had nothing to do but sit on my ass.

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– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 26. Prompt was “summer.” Photo by Connie Ma.

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Author: LearaWrites

I am a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer, not necessarily in that order. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

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