A Blossom Of Remembrance
I speak often of my childhood home|
And cherish the best of memories.
Wildflowers that dotted the woodland.
Songbirds that inhabited the trees.
Back then I was a planner, a dreamer,
I keep those traits alive to this day.
I often wondered how things might change
Long after I'd moved away.
I recently drove down that gravel road
For a glance at bygone years.
I imagined the house quietly waiting,
The laughter, the embracing, the tears.
There was no sign of farmhouse or tree.
It all vanished like it was never there.
Huge mountains of earth replaced the lilacs.
There was no trace of life anywhere.
My imagination raced on ahead.
For a moment , it was clear to me.
The heart can venture back through the years,
But only on the path of memory.
A bit of gold shone in the afternoon sun
There in the gravel, a dandelion survived.
My tears fell softly on that blossom,
The only bright spot I could find.
In those few short hours, I realized,
You can go back but you might never find,
More than a blossom of remembrance.
In the life you left behind.
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