COMING UP TO TEN

For Thomas

Summer was, and summer is, and summers there will be.
When you and I are old and grey with eyes that dimly see.
But memories are precious gifts and we’ll remember when,
You were almost eight and I, was coming up to ten.

The laughter we have shared today we’ll share again my dear
When you and I have grown up, this place will still be here
And in our dreams we’ll come again and we’ll remember when,
You were almost eight and I, was coming up to ten.

In time we’ll be forgotten, as all of us must be.
But the shadows that we left behind will be of you, and me.
We’ll watch as other children play and we’ll remember when
You were almost eight and I, was coming up to ten.

©2002 D.Ashcroft-Nowicki