An Ode to Summer (Finally) Ending

As I lay here hiding in my bedroom, rocking to and fro, trying not to go absolutely nuts, I ended up writing this poem about summer and what it’s like to be a parent by the end of this glorious season! Enjoy.

An Ode to Summer (Finally) Ending

The world got warm,
Then inched closer to hot
The closer summer crept,
The more excited we got

So many more fun-filled
Packed days with my child
We’d go places and do things
And live rather wild

Vacations, and road trips,
And sight seeing galore
Sun lines, sun tans, and sun burns;
We’d be sore

Fishing, and skating,
And picnics, and hiking
Amusement and theme parks,
Movies, and biking

Evening walks in the park
And night rides in the hills
Life without homework,
We’d lay out, we’d just chill

We talked and we planned
Until summer did come
Then we did all of it and more,
We had so much fun

Outside it got scorching hot,
Then way hotter still
We laughed, and we wrestled,
And downed food off the grill

We played and we played
‘Til our energy was gone
We had late nights and pizza nights,
Yes… We had all the fun

And routine slipped from my grasp
As the world grew hotter
And my brain became fried,
My energy totally slaughtered

By the end I was stretched
So damned very thin
I wondered if summer
Would ever fucking end

And the minutes I so recently
Counted down to this season
I now counted down
For a much different reason

“I’m all funned out now,”
I just want to scream out
“I want my routine back,”
I just want to shout

Yet I smile and I laugh
And I have more fun with my son
As the final days approach
Before summer’s finally done

Because summer is that one
Special time of the year
To which my son will look back
And so fondly cheer

He’ll remember the fun,
And the life lessons, too
The long talks and long walks
And the trips to the zoo

I never will tell him
Just how stressful it gets
To somehow add it all in
And make the rest of life fit

And we’ll start counting down
For next summer to come
And we’ll make next year’s summer
Be as equally fun

But damned if I don’t
Confess to you all…
That it’s time to say,
“Goodbye summer! Hey, fall!”

Dan Pearce | The Single Dad Laughing Blog

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Dan Pearce is an American born writer, photographer, and artist. His books include "The All-Important, Well-Fed, Giant White Man" and "The Real Dad Rules." He is best known for his blog (and supporting Facebook page) "Single Dad Laughing," with 2 million followers as of 2018.