There was a porch swing then,
When you were a little one
full of life and cheekiness.
I would sit with you
in my round, warm arms and sing to you
rocking back and forth, up and down in the heat
of a summer of biscuited, brown grassed days.
It feels a lifetime away and surely it is …..
“all thirty one” says the inner timekeeperof my pining heart.