Your poem held me still, like a hush settling across a sunlit porch. “I Want A Really Good Summer” evokes more than nostalgia... it’s a gentle affirmation that beauty lives in the ordinary moments we often overlook. I felt the warmth of hose water on tiny toes, the quiet strength of a father’s embrace, and the sacred softness of community tucked into herb-filled kitchens and stroller walks.
There’s a deep tenderness woven through your words, a longing not just for summer but for time itself to slow and expand around us. It’s a reminder that the meaning of home doesn’t just exist in place, but in ritual, memory, and care.
Our life after all is a collection of moments. Beautifully written ❤️
Thank you so much Julija!
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Thank you so much, Matt! That made my day!
Your poem held me still, like a hush settling across a sunlit porch. “I Want A Really Good Summer” evokes more than nostalgia... it’s a gentle affirmation that beauty lives in the ordinary moments we often overlook. I felt the warmth of hose water on tiny toes, the quiet strength of a father’s embrace, and the sacred softness of community tucked into herb-filled kitchens and stroller walks.
There’s a deep tenderness woven through your words, a longing not just for summer but for time itself to slow and expand around us. It’s a reminder that the meaning of home doesn’t just exist in place, but in ritual, memory, and care.
Thank you for inviting us in.
Sincerely,
John
Wow, John I’m so honored by this comment! Thank you so much for your encouragement and for taking the time to read my piece!
My pleasure 🤗