That was summer by Mere

Remember when the mud felt like it was sticking to my feet

at my Koro Martin’s house in Auckland?

Remember the time when I saw lots of stars shining like glitter?

That was summer.

Remember the giant playground at the family day out and I couldn’t  find  Joe, mum’s friend?

Remember the smell of the curry chicken steam floating up through my nose?

That was summer.

Remember the time when I saw two children stuck in the room all day?

Remember the feeling of cold ice cream melting like sand going through my hands?

That was summer.