Abracadabra Poem by Angela Wybrow

'Abracadabra' - the '80s hit plays,
Evoking memories of happier days;
I recall the summer of '82:
A different life; a different view.
My brother and I were children back then;
Innocence was our fabulous friend.
The memory of that year, which I recall the most,
Is holidaying in a caravan, down at the coast.
I remember listening to the radio, laid in my bunk,
But, to the depths of my mind, such memories had sunk.
I recall our trips down to the beach:
Adulthood, back then, was way out of reach.
Time stretched out like an elastic band,
As we played together on sun-kissed sands.
As we built our castles of glimmering gold,
Little did we know what our futures would hold.
About the future, we just did not think,
But, suddenly, our childhood was gone in a blink.
'Abracadabra' - a magical word;
On hearing the song, sweet memories are stirred.
Time marches on, and each of us learns,
That, to our childhoods, there is no return.