Each memory has its own melody…

Each memory has its own melody…
Some being asleep for countless years…
The common theme of each memory is, “Come home…”
Because “Home” is the song written on our hearts.

When you hear it, you will say, “I know that song…”
Those fluid, dance-like notes…
It is so, undeniably close…
My body recognizes that feeling.

Memories are shadowy pictures…
So much more than a series of snapshots…
They contain breath, smells and recognition…
Both painful and healing.

They move with freedom like the wind…
Searching for the answers of why, how, and what-if…
Often forgetting to recognize the lessons of experience…
Memories are the only thing that duct-tape can’t fix.

I sit still and listen to the melodies…
Realizing it is only myself that is between me and my treasure…
Knowing where my true happiness lies…
It is in the call to “Come home.”

I love you,

Annie