Once upon a June we were
The girls with flowers in our hair
And time on hands not quite as worn
By motherhood and
Many a summer morn
Once upon a dream or two
Eyes sparkled, lustrous as the dew
That gleamed before the door of noon
Closed on the wisp of
Many a moon and June
Once upon November’s eve
A woman’s heart begins to grieve
The suddenness of what once was
And cannot ever
Be again because
…once upon a June we were
But girls with flowers in our hair
Where now we watch our daughters swoon
With summer dreams of
'once upon a June'
© Janet Martin
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