Little Ollie, so bubbly and bright
Eyes sparkling the summer light
running around with your tail so high
leaping through the air to catch a fly
and bouncing onto the garden chairs
to watch Jasper sleep beneath the stairs.
All you want to do is yap and play
although your tongue hangs out this hot day.
Little Ollie, as pure as the snow
here i am, and walking we will go.
Summer storms through the silly season
And I am my own fashion treason.
Asleep in my hoodie and flip flops,
Cropped leggings and blue Whovian top.
At my desk the universe lights up
But a first thing first, where’s my Garfield cup?
On my phone is a little image
So my sleepy eyes start to scrimmage.
An old photo of a time and place
Where five girls are caught in an embrace.
They look up at me from yesterday
Far. Far, away from this port side bay.
Those were the days of Pimms and flowers,
Best friends, and summer showers.
Gone are those days of dancing till dawn,
Getting drunk, waking up on the lawn.
No we’re closer to the big 3-0
Alarm clocks and coffee run the show
Dancing along the trapeze of life
As friend, worker, mother, sister, wife…
The world has spun a few times or more
Since I was last knocking at your door
But no matter how far we all roam
That time, that place, will always be home.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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