A spark

of a memory

of her bare bronzed arm

wrapped around my shoulder,

her head leaning

towards mine,

our hair tussled,

tossed together in the sea breeze,

played like a scene

from the reels of my mind.

Her sun dress

of white cotton

with pink roses.

Her white cardigan tied

loosely around her neck.

The sun casting light

on the side

of her nut brown face.

Our eyes laughing,

Grandmother and grand-daughter,

resting by the wall

on the promenade of Tramore strand.

The sound of the waves, soothing,

the colour of the sand, warming

in the yellow glow

of summer.

Her smile captured

in a fading photograph.

I think back to that day,

remembering her,

I feel her warmth,

her arm wrapped around me,

and I smile.