One more Summer

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

One more Summer.

Then shorn of all reason..
..born..but for a season
and gone.
Dust.
Just an image in the flicker of time.
A line in a book we took as our own.
The memory of a home..
..only loaned for a while.
The smile on a face..
..in case we forget.
Yet, we'd do it again
We would go through the pain of it all..
..for that season
That reason
For life.