Returning home

My bedroom, a place where ages collide, visions of my former self
The memories flood back, of days still lit by the orange glow of childhood memory, beyond reach

Oh to be there again, in this place
Oh to feel the touch of loved ones long since lost
To once again walk down memory lane
Trees encroaching in, the way she left it

These walls, steadfast and wise, what scenes before have graced their presence?
People who I never met, of whom I've only dreamed
Their lives, like mine, so softly etched into memories of this place
Into the minds of those now etched in mine

A child left behind, in my head yet not here
The ghostly waft of emotion, of opportunities missed
I blunder on, blunder on the way I always do
not realising that yesterday, is today.

Reviews

[Carolynn]

yesterday, today and tomorrow all make up the crazy facets of my life. Reminiscing on childhood and homes I used to live in is always a wonderful reminder of all I'm made of. Wonderful poem :)