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