Taking Work Home
 
Sounds, sweet aromas of summer,
Squeaking hammock sings.
 
Warm breeze gently tease
A letter from my grasp.
 
I stride away, as memories replay
Laughing as a child.
 
Competing with my siblings
Jumping high to catch the snow.
 
We licked small hands to taste ‘ice cold’
These flakes, asbestos, didn’t melt.
 
I stack the fire and watch the issles
Burst to life, temporarily replacing fear.
 
Rewrite 15/08/06