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Taking a walk down memory lane,
can bring  a smile or a tear or two.
A tugging at the heartstrings,
for people and places you once knew.
When we forget to embrace the now,
and let the past pull us in,
nothing can stop the longing
to relive and recapture what once had been.
I close my eyes and can hear clear as day,
the babbling of the brook in the warm summer night.
I smell the sweet lilacs, the freshly mowed lawn,
I fight the longing to go back with all my might.
I walk through the house that I loved so dearly,
I remember each room and where everything was placed,
the colors, the flaws, the soul of the home,
can never be lost, forgotten or erased.
I still see  dear grandma, Bible in hand and ,
if I listen real close, daddy's voice sings softly in my head.
Fe Fi Fo Fum I smell the blood of an Englishman,
brought me giggles and joy, not a hint of any dread.
Mom sat on my bed and rocked me to sleep.
Sister teased and cajoled as children will do.
Our sweet old cat who had kittens on the shelf in the cellar,
The smell of mom's soup and grandmas beef stew
That old house wrapped us up in its warmth and its love,
she welcomed all who came through her doors.
I wonder if today she would remember my voice.
if she'd recognize my footsteps upon her floors.
Do the places we loved carry a memory too,
or they reseverd for humans alone?
All I know is I  remember and  something inside,
cries in the night......I want to go home.