CAMELOT FANTASIES

Laughing heartily from my belly
Being chased with a water gun
Through the streets of our neighbourhood
Part of the family game
On a hot humid afternoon
My smiles are wide
And my heart joyous with that memory
As the humid hot summer
We would water the vegetable garden
Pluck a vine ripened tomatoe
Rinse it off and bite into
It's luscious juiciness
Dripping down my hands + face
Full flavoured with just a touch of sea salt
Yummmmm
My father used to instigate the water fight
Claiming the glass of water I served him wasn't cold enough
Hahahahaha
Fiery protective Greek Father
Who believed love of family and friends
Time for celebration everyone attended
He taught us to visit those that had befallen
Some hard times
Hitting rock bottom
Many could spend time in his humble home
To get back on their feet
Feet, barefoot running down the city streets
Screeching with delight when I was able to soak him wet
With a pitcher of water
My father claimed was too warm
To drink
Made him shiver at first
Easing the heaviness of humidity
With the coolness of the water

Loving that memory
~Smiles~
~Divine