Dust spirits dance in empty houses,
Parents fall ill,
Families move,
Childhood lasts until words which soothed
no longer do,
Imagination introduces us to friends,
in unexpected places,
in necessary situations,
Remember: not all who ail shall pass away,
But sometimes sacrifice is made,
New friends seem scary,
But never be afraid
to give up the umbrella that you carry
for a leaf is scant protection from the rain,
In dreams giant trees grow from seeds
watered by joy,
Believe that they persist,
For when comes the day to pack your toys,
and move away,
When youthful years have passed to adult grey,
The distinction between memory and dream ceases to exist,
Dissolving into mist,
Through which you can still make out their silhouettes:
You, Totoro and the cat bus.
