She Remembers

She Remembers
Robert Wood - 01/03/06

She remembers the home where she was born;
the window where she gazed upon the early morn.
She remembers the blouse made from the heart;
the fabric of her life being written at the start.

She remembers the song birds within gardens bloom;
the dreams upon dreams of life beyond her room.
She remembers the pain of her immobility;
the whispers of prayers that would set her free.

Lost and gone forever is her wandering heart;
preserved in the memories never wanting to part.
Lost and gone forever is her hold on time;
reserved in the past echoing as a soft chime.

She remembers her father filled with thunderous rage;
the chase from the barn over spilled milk a lost wage.
She remembers her mother's wisdom and possessions;
the circumstance of art to sell at concessions.

She remembers the call her sister made to her;
the stream of events that caused life to blur.
She remembers the fire that claimed her history;
the funeral and her homes ashes are Gods mystery.

Lost and gone forever is her mothers' loving touch;
preserved in the memories ever wanting so much.
Lost and gone forever is her fathers short temper;
reserved in the past echoing as a soft murmur.

Because
She remembers.