Memory

Older than I am,

up in the attic, there’s a new wonderland.

Complexities of the mind,

those who love you, however, don’t mind.

You and I, we’re okay.

Soothe the worry from your eyes, and instead,

invite me closer for a kiss –

Home.

Our hearts lie where the bottles with sunflowers tilt in the sun.

We were children again.

Our memory.