Summer Spectacle

Summer wind's fussing 'it's hot, so hot' Say I 'never mind, blow a lot a lot' Cleaning the storeroom I too hiss and shhhh Neaten things segregated Fussing over a rusted kettle dated an ancient A.D Set of playing cards, token coins some decades old Used plastic boxes, bottles, plates etcetera my daughter's age shameless umbrella- frame, plentiful tamil magazines so old and loathsome... Then I open a trunk full of clothes Hiding a cane box underneath. Ah, treasure resurrected Take out a spectacle, put it on, suits me Happy tears roll down Summer wind's fussing 'it's hot so hot' Say I 'no, it's divine and dandy like this spectacle' I see through.There, an angel from the heavens Say I 'love you so dearly, dearly Mamma'