We had a good summer
spending time in the countryside
looking out over the lush green fields and trees,
sitting out in the sunshine, sipping wine and reading.
We had a good summer
catching up with friends and family
hosting lavish garden barbecues
burnt burgers and sausages, tinned lager and laughter.
We had a good summer
so good that you could almost forget,
forget about the diagnosis,
the treatment, the hospital and the doctors
and the twelve months you were given.
We watched with horror and sadness
as the leaves turned yellow, falling from the trees,
falling like tears and breaking our hearts
as our good summer, the best one ever,
and our last, was drawing to a close.