Long-long-time-ago

Mummy often clambers into my bed

Asking, “What was the best part of your day?”

“Every part,” I say; “shall we talk of a long-long-time-ago now?”

She weaves stories of a family warmed by fire,

Wrapped in fur, etching reveries on cave walls.

Conjuring sepia-toned quests by boat or cart,

Boundless minds uncovering galaxies, medicines, and machines—

Until I am seeped in wonder and cosy enough

To dream of worlds long gone by.