A LA RECHERCHE DU TEMPS PERDU
CHRISTMAS STIRS MEMORIES -
HERE'S ONE OF MINE
We kept no diaries,
no records of dates and times,
we, who came and went to the
village of our youth.
We seldom mentioned the quiet joy of meeting ageing faces.
But
now they too have gone
to join their parents from earlier days.
to join their parents from earlier days.
And we who follow them
sense our new positioning in the portraiture of time.
We
too belong
and need only wait our place.
and need only wait our place.
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