Once-upon-a-time summers
now just a dream
of sunshine and seashores
ocean waves and breezes
and endless days.
Long, warm, lazy hours
lying in golden sun
soaking up memories:
happy sounds, and laughter
gentle sounds, and peace.
A glowing time, discovering
(in long walks, and evenings
and sailing with the wind)
the person I call me.
Long-ago and special years,
round like a ring,
set with precious days
shining days
diamond days of summer.
— Christine Rigden