The grass remembers me
last night in my dream
to me it spoke--its voice
was clearer and warmer
than any human's:

'  on me you had so often trodden
   I remember every step of yours
   but you had long forgotten-

  you were a toddler
and your mum said-
walk, you can, walk, my boy
you can--you fell on me
and she came to lift you up
I watched- the scene
almost brought tears
to my eyes-

then you went to school
taller, stronger, surer
on your way home
you would throw
your school-bag on top
of me and lie down to rest
amidst the sound of birds-
you were a dreamer
and often a song to yourself
you would sing
and I too remember
on a certain day you
were reading Homer
there in the green
you would linger
and wander
only to return home
at a late evening hour--

how could I forget
that spring when you
brought your dear Emma
and sat on me as you turned
your head to whisper
the secrets of your heart
to her?
how her eyes did glitter
and love was written all over
her radiantly dreamy face
ah, youth's splendour and ardour!
  
on your wedding day
a party was held on the lawn
which was my home
and to myself I said:
this little boy I knew
long ago
is a man now
Emma he didn't let down
surely their love would grow
their happiness would know
no measure--

the happiest days
of your life came-
with your kids
you played at the spot
where I first met you
I shared your every joy
and laughter-

now as you walk on me
your steps are slower
and lighter
you seem calmer
gentler and quieter
hand-in-hand
your walk with Emma
you know not
I can feel
I can understand
the mysterious wonder
of the human heart
yes, you have forgotten
all that's gone before
but I remember
and will not cease
to remember.