Summer Mornings

Remember all those mornings? Remember all the mornings you made me eggs and toast, or cream of wheat? A nice hot breakfast was always on  the table for me. You were buzzing around making sure everyone was ready, and still managed to catch the morning news. You woke up for me every day, you woke up with me, but you didn't have to, I was plenty old enough to take care of myself. But you did. I think though, it's the summer mornings I miss the most, when I didn't have to run and rush off to school. I really miss the summer mornings, where I would wake up and hear things banging around in the kitchen, I had my flannel  blanket, and I woke up to the windows open and the birds singing. I would stumble out of bed, to the kitchen. You'd yell 'Good morning!" the same when you  did when I had been 5 years old. And we would go on the back deck and enjoy some coffee or tea, and have the greatest morning conversations..

But, that's all different now. I'm sitting lone ranger on the back deck.

And you're not here to visit with me. And I guess that's okay. I've grown too old for tea time anyway.