We All Know What it Means

We love last May Monday.

That’s when summer starts.

Dad pulls out his uniform

to march in the parade.

Mom gets all the food prepared

to picnic at the beach.

No more class til summer school.

The kids get in their shorts.

The sun stays out late,

we can sleep in,

time for sunscreen,

we're so happy summer's here.

published in Medusa's Kitchen and in Medium