BRING BACK MY SUMMERS PLEASE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
My mind is as alert as the day I can remember
But my bones feel so cold even in September
I see the stairs
I’m at the top
But in reality
I want to drop
No one cares
They say I’m getting old
I can only see print if it’s bold
I can only hear if I get told
No good whispering in my ear
Speak up please
As for my knees
They hurt so much
My fingers tremble as I touch
I can’t stand this new body of mine
I lose things that once I could always find
In my mind, I laugh with pure white teeth a sparkling smile
But I look in the mirror and take a deep breath for a while
Who is that staring back at me?
Who did that to me?
I’m so confused
My arms all bruised
But how did I get like this?
My youth I so miss
It was stolen from me
Whoever has my body
Give it back please?
I no longer can reach the apples on the trees
And my suiters I can’t tease
I shiver I freeze
Bring back my summers please?
© Fiona Cummings
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