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Sweep Me Back In Time
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
rolling them over and over and over
leaving this reality behind, far behind...
Oh, magic rocks, please sweep me back in time-
back then, some fifty-four years in the past,
when she was young and meant to stay with me
and tell me things she wanted me to know.
Yes, Mother dear, I miss your gentle love-
the time we shared- so much we liked to do.
But there were many things I hoped to learn
about your youth you did not get to share.
I never heard about your childhood dreams
or how you spent those crazy teenage years.
I know so little of your life before
you met my loving Dad- who's with you now.
Back then, as a young wife and mother too,
I did not dwell on thinking of your past;
you would have told me later had you stayed-
not knowing future years would never be.
Not knowing that her time so soon would end,
please- magic rocks now sweep me back in time
so I can ask these questions haunting me;
Oh, magic rocks- please journey me back home.
Copyright ©
Sandra Haight
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