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Forever Young at Heart
by Karen Schwartz


Nights were full of summer.
Over by the rocks, the musical
notes become teenage girls’
flirtatious giggles that speak volumes.
The boys sound receptive.
Their bonfire begins on a high note;
let the dating rituals begin.

Barbecued wieners turn into the smoke
that slithers under my patio door
and awakens my palette; I have come
to my senses. Living by the lake is special;
in summer, night life comes alive.

If I was thirty-five years younger,
I would whip up a potato salad and join them,
I still have all my rhythm,
I could teach them how to jive.

I may be an old-fashioned woman
but my spirit is a fire cracker
that’s full of spark and flare.

Let my presence be the fireworks
that become the light of the party,
and if nothing else, I can keep
the embers of the fire burning,
when romance heats up the night.

*First line is from a prompt by James Navé.

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