Melinda Gohn is a co-founder of the Maui Live Poets Society.  She is also “Ocean Tutu” (Grandma) to her grandson Montgomery.  One summer, eleven years ago, she was able to steal him away all for her own self.  It was a memorable time for both of them and this poem came out of the experience.

Montgomery’s all grown now, but his little-boy self lives on in this poem.



Cruising into my life this July

you look so much like your daddy my

heart sometimes catches and

my throat fills – as


I watch your boy strong body

stretch all its eleven years onto 

surfboards and boogie boards and

skim boards –


now you’re so cool that if the surf’s

under two feet you look disappointed

and I know your step will be

sure now  – and your shoulders strong


I listen to your treble voice eagerly

questioning why the rogue waves are so

big  – and  – if they will come into

Lahaina ?? –  and watch your tangled brown hair


and agate-bright eyes wonder at

the endless ocean –  as snorkeling, we stalk

brightly colored reef-fish and oddly friendly turtles. At night,

we mimic the geckos stalking the ceiling


above the small bed you use in my

den, occupied by poems and books and blankets

and the old TV – and we talk story as the

summer moon crosses again over this old cottage roof


and we live here by the sea – you and me

like a dream from long ago  – preparing your small feet 

for your life travel – feet – so like my mother’s-

growing longer with each footstep.

  [July 21, 2005, Lahaina House], © Melinda Gohn, 2005

Picture credit:  Footprints In the Sand by Chad Goddard via Flickr [CC BY-ND 2.0]

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  • a poem of your own making that has great meaning and mana for you,
  • the back-story for the poem — what inspired you or how you made it or whatever you want to tell about it, and
  • an image that I can use as the featured photo in the header. (The last is optional. I do ask that the image you share is one you own — either an image of yourself or something that relates to the poem.  If you choose not to send an image, then I’ll go find something that works.)

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8 thoughts on “LITTLE BOY SUMMER

  1. Matt's Mom says:

    That was a great poem. I wish I could do that….take an experience and put it into poetic words. Unfortunately, that won’t happen with me. I think Melinda Gohn did a great job, and I loved the picture you added at the top of your post. Great vision…it went well with the poem. I am glad you shared 🙂

    1. Hey Matt’s Mom…thanks for the visit and the comment. I’ll certainly share it with Melinda.

      As for the poetry thing, I really do believe that anybody can do it. All you have to do is let go of pre-conceived notions about what “poetry” is and put together some words. If you like the result you can call it “done” and you can call it a “poem.” Give it a shot…I double-dare ya! Hee!

      Please do come again….

  2. louloublogger1980 says:

    What a lovely poem, thanks for sharing.
    Melinda really captured the essence of that memory and has worded it beautifully. I have always wanted to get in to poetry being able to describe moments like that is truly a gist, as I can almost picture the scene it’s definitely worth sharing.

    I hope her grandson also appreciates this as much

    1. Hey Loulou…I will certainly share your comments with Melinda. Thanks for the visit. Please come again….

  3. Oh,lovely poem…I almost fell asleep while reading. It sounds like a lullaby. Great work pal.


    1. Hey Shob: Thanks for the visit and your comment. It made me smile. Please do come again….

  4. Jerry McCoy says:

    LITTLE BOY SUMMER is a great poem for us all to learn by. She had the time to herself with her grandson. She watched and probably taught him how to use each of the boards for surfing. She had the pleasure of knowing that with each step toward mastering the waves he came closer to becoming a man in his own right.

    She could tell that the lessons he learned would take him far in life because of not letting the unknown stop him. He grew in her presence and seems to know that the lessons he learned were meant to be used to look the unknown in the eye and tell it, ” I have met you and know you. You will not be allowed to make me small because I can overcome you” .


    1. Jerry, I like your take on Melinda’s poem. I think that’s a great back-story for it.

      Please do come again….

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