Tales From Childhood (Part 2)

One bright and sunny morning in those holidays,
We'd go to the beach, spend a day in a haze
Of ice creams and silly games,
Sitting in beachy cafes with funny names
To drink sugar-sweet tea,
I loved those days with family.

Then, in the fading light,
We'd play with a frisbee or a kite
And Em would ask to go on the lake,
Instead, Dad would make an excuse that was fake,
Or say that next year they would,
And, year after year, that deal still stood,
And still stands. Not until last year did she go,
With my little nephew, a son of her own.
And his little face, the sheer joy
Reminded me of when I was a boy
And how lovely it used to be
With Mum, Dad Becca, Emma and me.