
Neither years nor memory
can wash away what was
standing on the steps
of history forgotten
neither sun nor snows
shall hide us from the before
facing all the yesterdays
that join us here and now
we reminisce
we invoke
we raise it all from the dead
dust returned to bone
as the clock spins reverse
we reminisce
we sink
into nostalgia made sweet
holding fast to the years
that created us – Caroline A. Slee