I often think of the places I've stayed
The reasons I was there
And the memories that were made.

I remember mi mi s house,
I visited every week
And though it smelled of smoke
I never wanted to leave.

I remember the movies we watched
All the time
I remember the joy
That filled her heart and mine.

I also recall other memories
Made in a house just off college street.

In the summer we would go
And try to beat the heat
Nanny always had ice cream
And good watermelon to eat.

In these houses I learned so much
Just watching my grandmothers
As I grew up.

We laughed we played,
We watched TV
And sometimes we were just
Plain silly.

Oh how I wish to these places
I could go
If I could just see their faces and just say hello.

Can I melt into your bones
and become part of you?

Let me be the sound of your heartbeat,
or the blood pumping in your veins.

I'll be the air in your lungs,
the color in your eyes,
the lines in your palms.

Let me be the parts of you
that make you so beautiful to me.

Time hath ceased.
All clocks stopped.
Where you passed by
in dew kissed meadow,
void of thy presence.
We hear no more
at our door
thy gentle knock.
After thy passing
and before
persistent loud cry
of Whip-poor-will.
Now that is still.

Silence.


**~Hilda~

One comfort that I find
Is that when there is no music in my ears,
                                               or in the air,
There is always music
                                     in my heart.