Homes

A Poem

Photo by Merve Sehirli Nasir on Unsplash

Sometimes I do seem to walk in time

Wandering paths of memories of old,

Visiting places where my shoes no longer sound

On hallway carpet or stone floor so cold,

And sometimes I wonder if to those places,

Once so dear to me,

Truly my spirit does flow

To stand there in spirit and be

Home once more, so many homes

I’ve been fortunate to know,

And perhaps a fragment of my heart

Has been left in each to grow.

And perhaps each place then can call me

Bring me back somehow, some way

To wander as a ghost might

In dark night or light of day.

Perhaps we’re all a ghost to someone

A memory fading fast,

But if soul-fragments in homes endure,

A shard of us will always last.

G. Lawrence.