I have paths well worn in my heart,
Memories of days gone past.
Places touched lightly,
Lovingly and gently.
Those special wonders,
Pets, friends and relatives.
Still making their deeper impacts,
Giving meaning and substance.
Libraries and bookmobiles,
Those who tended their ‘wealth.’
I close my eyes and dreams swiftly come.
As a child, I count the steps to the top,
Where Roman columns greet.
Inside leading to musty shelves,
Books discovered there.
I count the stairs in my first house,
Such a challenge for little feet.
I count the friends from this home
Letters and photographs saved,
Carefully in a treasure box.
I hear and listen as the antique clock
ticks in the homes of three childhood
The ticking of the ornate clock counted
fleeting minutes on my parents’ mantel.
On their ‘watch,’ secure I felt.
The chimes every hour were like buoys
made by the waves tipping them,
Reminders of blessed moments when
lakes and seas dwelled in my heart.
The hollow sound reaching into the depths
of the water,
and time itself.
I remember well worn paths,
to and from school,
through woods where we played,
Then familiar paths leading home,
Time and paths slipping,
passing quickly now,
Without any consideration.
Needing to slow down.
Allow the participants to
The Weight of Time.
Robin Oldrieve Cochran
May 14, 2014
There are so many wonderful songs to suggest but two I love
are suggested listening material.
“Homeward Bound,” by Simon and Garfunkel (1967).
On their “Bookends” album, (1968) these words:
“Time it was and what a time it was,
It was a time of innocence,
A time of confidences.
It must be,
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories,
They’re all that’s left you.”