Oklahoma (a rememberance)

As the winds hand rocks the porch swing too and fro
I see a ghost of summers past and for an instance
I am young again

Conscience of the boots that I will one day fill
I jump across your garden- barely clearing the roses-
Not harming a single petal

Still standing, trapped within my dream
I taste the meal you unselfishly make
Willing to be happy with the contentment of others

As I walk around the corner of the house
Anticipating your face in the kitchen window
So many emotions, so many dreams
For you, for me, and for my children.