I see such pure skin
Beneath the stretch-marks and scars
Is that a freckle?

Indian Summer
My favorite season
Has mine come to pass?

Uttered languages
I was not allowed Russian
So spoke the wrong words

I hate to be late
This standard being challenged
Tardiness presides

My son is screaming
He isn't getting his way
How long 'til he stops?

When my self can't think
My being yearns to become
Extraordinary

A warm breeze blows early
Is it a "Strawberry Spring?"
Or just a nice day?