Memory

The wind doesn’t have a plan It doesn’t know where it came from Or where it’s going It just is, it carries itself Like the memory of one in an aged home Longingly she misremembers and in it frays Where do we go now or do we? Some repeat the same ragged line, over and then over Your memory lingered as a hot blistering day And the breeze of forgiveness carried One of us had to let go so the wound could too The reconciliation of the Holy Spirit healed the wound And the Wind moved on in forgiveness Most time your mind seems lost and words are spared But the eye that sees me, burning my heart it has a voice It tells me I love you with all your terrible faults ,deeds Im your memory, wind and Mother and I will always hear your voice