The Way Home…

Sometimes I wonder why memories become hidden
When life closes in and change comes unbidden
What once was remembered can no longer be found.
But perhaps recovered when we’re no longer around.

“I just want to go home.”

… My mother pleaded with a soulful stare.
But how can we take you when you’re already there?
Oh please take me back, take me back right away.
I am tired and weary, and can no longer stay.

Take me all the way back, to the home I once knew.
Where the flowers mom planted so abundantly grew.
When as children we played past the early twilight
Till ma called us in when pa returned each night.

With love n’ care she cooked dinner each day
So I’m not quite sure why I feel lost this way.
And what’s troubling me now, causing me to fret?
Are there chores to be done, what did I forget?

But the table for dinner is already prepared.
So what is this confusion causing me to be scared?
And can you tell me, how did I end up this way?
Feeling anxious, lost, and quite alone this day.

There are faces and places and feelings to share
All in visions that drift from my mind thru the air
If only I could remember the stories once told,
The way home would be found, before I’m too old.

At times in the visions a quiet whisper came
From a voice I knew, but could no longer name.
“Though I am watching always, your time is not yet,
But if you do not remember, I promise to never forget.”

“Just hold my hand and pass thru the gate
Into the garden when the hour becomes late.
Oh the family and friends you shall surely meet,
With memories reclaimed so tender n’ sweet.”