Returning to my childhood home, parents long since passed and gone, yet somehow expecting to see them in the old house.

Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2004


As She Is


In my dream
through faded window
She stands there with auburn hair
My mother as I knew her.

In my dream
through open door
She moves lightly, toward me brightly
My mother as I see her.

In my dream
through open arms
She embraces, we, touching faces
My mother as I remember her.

In my dream
through time unguarded
Leaves under foot, we walk along,
our walk a song
My mother as she is.