A trip to the moon in Papa’s rocket. Childhood memories of adventure and mystery flood back. A New generation following our path. A swing to delight, children and adults alike. In a tall tree from a warmer land. Twenty five years of growth, finally surrendering to perpetual Irish dampness. Some precious time with a fairy godmother and her guardians. Reminiscing summer days, spent morphing into mermaids. Men surround fire, primeval instincts awaken . Women gather, chocolate and wine, laughter and chatter. Tiredness takes over the morning after. An afternoon nap between two angels, regenerates. A three year old having the time of his life, swinging with all his might. No fear. Imaginations go wild, sticks, fire, sleeping under stars. Freedom to behold. A time that moves too fast. Return to the heart with sleeping cubs. A preparation to share food with sister’s and mother’s and daughter’s. Mind’s are elsewhere, exhausted mothers needing sleep. A call from a chick abruptly ends. A kiss on the cheek. Not long now time flies flies flies…..