© Shers Gallagher 2015
In fleeting flashes of forgotten time
I dream of those Laura Ashley days
when together we braided and embroidered,
canned our jams with raggle-taggle tales,
often sharing a tune or two
- mine on mountain dulcimer -
while our men-folk, really only boys,
laboured side by side and shirtless,
laughing under youth's forgiving sun.
Life we perceived as good back then,
perhaps deluded in our simplicity
that everything we laid out
would be in perfect napkins.