When Summer Comes
When summer comes, I’ll be warm, kind, and grey,
Even the birds will know my name.
The warm breezes, the sun, even the trees,
cheering and chanting, wishing me well.
When summer comes, I’ll be taller, brighter, and brave,
humble and wise, oh so divine.
Many faces, pretty places, gathered in one accord,
cheering and chanting, wishing me well.
When Summer Comes
You’ll be what?
Kinder.
Kinder?
Umhm, I’ll be warmer.
Warmer?
Yes, even the birds will sing my praise.
Somebody’s on a high horse!
Think about it! Humble as ever, wise as ever. Oh, so divine.
Even the birds will sing my praise.
Even the birds will sing your praise… Yeah, yeah, we know.
When summer comes, I’ll be filled with love, care, and…
Fame?
More, so much more.
Oh, so divine, so so divine.
But when summer comes, I’ll have to see summer come.
I’ll be taller, brighter and brave.
Even I will know my name.
When summer comes,
Even I will know my name.
Title: When Summer Comes
Written by: Maureen Onwugbenu
Copyrighted: 2022 Maurdiva LLC
Year Written: 2022
Inspiration: Resilience and Divine Journey
Writer’s Note:
When Summer Comes is an epitome of the calm after the storm. I remember writing this and not understanding what I was creating at the moment, but that’s usually how most of the best works are created, in my opinion. Although this piece was written a while ago, it simultaneously feels like it was just created yesterday. I like to let the readers formulate their own interpretation of what my poem could mean to them, as I believe that art speaks to us individually. However, I will share this: When Summer Comes is one of my favorite pieces because it was originally written as a poem of resilience, the path of overcoming the storm that inevitably arrives. If you are part of life, you are inherently part of life’s struggles. I remember going through what felt like back-to-back challenges in my life, but with each trial came a beautiful elevation. On multiple occasions, I watched pain and sorrow turn into bravery and tenacity, so much so that before the adversity came, I knew I was going to be okay. It didn’t matter what the challenge was; I knew I would overcome it with grace. “When summer comes, I’ll be warm, kind, and grey. Even the birds will know my name.” Gems, I hope this poem means as much to you as it does to me. I hope you translate with divine love and transcend with the beauty from each word that clings to your soul. Your summer will come, but before that, you will walk through your winter with grace and compassion for yourself. You will be strong, brave, and transformed. When summer comes, even you will know your name.
Gems, just in case no one told you today, I think you are beautiful, and I love you!
With Love,
MO
