Summer

What was she like?
She was legs, mostly
that stretched from heels
to the heavens
and moved with a grace
like the sun's rays
gently kiss a glistening lake.

How did you meet?
With a smile
in a crowded room
and eyes that...
I know it's cliché,
but eyes that I knew
saw right into me
and I knew it was meant to be.

Her beautiful brown eyes?
No, blue.
One a deep sea of blue,
the other lighter,
like the sea had iced over,
and both of them framed
by black locks
that curled like even they
wanted to see her gaze.

Aren't Mommy's eyes brown?
Oh, yes.
Your mother's eyes are brown.
But Summer,
she was quite a lady...

Dad?
Go to your room, son,
and if you tell your mother
you're grounded
'til you're twenty-four.