Bright young hearts forever whole,
Ageing bodies nestle the wising souls,
Twisting winds tickle a floating leaf,
Dancing, falling, rising, like a silent thief.
Through the still moments, swirls,
A gusting, whirring, bustle of time,
A memory sticks, ancestral branches form,
A seedling sprouts, the joy flashes by.
Years pass and moments pile
Each branch grows, flowers and stories spoken
Carved and etched, they make their mark,
Scaring memories, happy hearts
Firing synapses, spark and go
Causing eddies, changing flows
Wheels of emotion diverting rivers of time
The quickest of hands slowly sign
Waiving through the next generations in line,
Softly, carefully, carelessly, lovingly, more to be sure.
Home to home, house to house
A family born, surrounds and outflows out
The elder spirits from grandparents gone,
Wisdom won, lives worn,
The elders stories told tell all
Lingering, learning and observing before departing,
Freed from body or stuck in homes,
Love and loneliness tussle and thrown
Finally, sadness, change and whiteness come
As memory fades, confusion grows,
Helpless, hapless, but still there is love
Now Anger shows in a flash of rage, tears swell
And out goes pain and suffering, out through the door
Gone, Goodnight mum, goodbye dad, say no more granddad
Grandma, I miss you more
Where are you now, are you there at all?
Can’t speak and lost but still there the same
Not the same, there but not, in here, a faded stare
The thief is back from timeless black
And the thief has come to take everything back
Life is watery everywhere
But choose the memories that keep us there
Timeless moments, Momentous times
Memories forgotten, remembered somewhere.
