I yearn for summer.

however, when I say this,

I am not referring to the season that returns every nine months.

I wish to be ten years old again,

running through gardens everyday with my cousins

whose grandparents are no longer breathing and

whose parents are no longer sleeping

in the same bedroom.

I wish to feel the excitement driving to a playground that

seemed the biggest place in the world to me

only because I was so small.

I wish to wake up free of anxiety,

my only concern being turning on the morning cartoons

as my mama made breakfast in the kitchen.

I wish to be ten years old again,

never fretting for my future

The idea so prevalent now 

only a far whisper in the future.

I wish to be ten years old again,

but I guess I’ll settle for getting some ice cream.

The one thing I couldn’t enjoy when I was ten years old

Because I was worried about 

wishing I was fifteen.

I wish to be ten years old.

The same age that I spent wishing

I was the age I am now. 

I yearn for summer,

because it reminds me of the time I should have enjoyed the most.