This is a poem Mom wrote that she really liked.  It's cute on its own ... but the reality is Mom had been paralyzed, a quadripeligic for 7 years already, when she wrote it.    Summers I Adore By Marian Louise, May 31, 1967   I love those happy faces Bursting in the door, Shouting, “School’s over” Summers, I adore! No more scolding in the evening For assignments incomplete, Just, “Take off those dirty clothes And be sure and scrub those feet.”   Schedules out the window As the sunny breeze blows in, Alarm clocks cease to tingle For children now sleep in. Breakfast ends at noon With cereal bowls galore. Then lunch extends to suppertime, Summers, I adore!   Rainy days with crayons and clay And clippings on the floor, Scrapping and Monopoly, Then, “Let’s play corner store.” The sun turns off the drippy clouds And children are liberated. Mother breathes a prayer aloud For the calm that God created.   Swimming suits, caps and towels Upon the bathroom floor, Suntan lotion bottle tipped, Summers, I adore! The lived in sand box in our yard Finds ways to sneak inside. It sends it’s little granules In socks and pants to hide.   The teenage seamstress and her friends Spread their patterns out And walk away and the leave the mess Until I yell and shout. The boys lounge in the kitchen Dripping lemonade on the floor, Stuffing cookies in their pockets, Summers, I adore!