When I grow old and my mind
my thoughts take me back to another
do not wish me back to the present
where memories of loss exist.
Allow me the space to
believe my mother
is coming home
or my sweetheart is coming to
Do not assault me with reminders of their
Just assure me they’ll be here soon
to sing with me, to dance, to hold
Give me the grace of good memories.
~ Hana Haatainen-Caye