Middle of July

A little poem by me-

Middle of July

Front porch sitting,
swinging and a listening.
Thunder cracks, and rolls on by.
Rain comes falling.
Ain't no one calling.
On this hot summer day
in the middle of July.

Kids are crying,
and no body is minding.
This mama is going crazy
one day at a time.

I will take an ice cold mojito
and some sand between my toes.
A retreat to the ocean
for some waves rolling by.

But stuck here in no where land,
with my kids and a box of sand.
It keeps them happy
as the corn grows high.

Soon it will be cooler
as the days grow shorter.
But for now, it's just hot summer day
in the middle of July.