childhood memory

There was only a void, no memory

Only a vague image she could see

Shapes moving in a dull grey mist

A ring of stones set around a cyst

Hillside opening, and dark caves

Light moving, a hand that waves

Sparkling dust shining on a road

Grey hooded figure along it strode

Then the farmhouse, the babies cry

A tinkle of laughter, in joy, a sigh

Into the cradle, she was gently laid

Childhood memories now do fade.