Summertime

i see little girls on the swings

singing happy as could be

mothers with their children

and the fathers right there cookin

they all seem so happy

loved, that's the word

i turn around and see my mom

frustrated with the grill

my brothers fighting on the grass

my cousins drink their fill

my aunts and uncles all sit down

dominoes it is

grandma on my mother's back

my mother holds her tears

i look around and see the picture

 of my life so far these years

if only daddy had been around

mom wouldn't be crying these tears

It's called summertime because that's just how i saw every summer since i was a kid. =]