Forgotten Family

I have been there once before, Yet it can't be just a memory from my past, But only in my dreams and that I am sure. For it were, not only in my mind it would have last. So red and gold were the leaves of autumn, They are falling sweetly still or so it seems. A picture painted in my head, and yet so vivid. If I could feel it, would it still be called a dream? Their laughing faces fill my heart with happiness, And now all they seem to do is fight. How can I show them now what true love is?~ When I have tried and tried and tried with all my might.