I remember how you’d sit in your chair, a self appointed matriarch
Ice pops and candy on hand,
Awkward hugs full of love,
Stories and songs from times I wished to know,
From people I wished to know and those I hoped I never would.
Pictures lost, memories faded into foreign,
Like I wasn’t ever there.
Childhood wonder, rose tinted view,
I wish to recall the loving times, I hope to have made an impact,
Saying goodbye for an entire,
Forgotten,
Branch of those who at one time loved.
I remember not saying bye, how no one hurt more than those memories,
Now foreign.
The cake sitting untouched, the flowers overgrown,
No longer trimmed and cut to present,
Church bells will ring with no answer from her door.
I remember the garden, little footprints marked in the soil,
Calls to come love and hug, to accept.
Behind the show I remember how there was always rules I didnt know,
How love seemed to become conditional.
I remember choices overlooked hoping love could be shared.
I remember grieving for what could have been.
I remember, I remember how I knew -
- how I always thought I’d find you
in that chair.
