I Remember A Time

a skinny girl wanted to 

   play sweet songs on the piano

   for me

how my young son held her

   as a baby, drinking a bottle

   with gusto

her twin sister held simultaneously

   by my even younger son,

   eased by his warmth

young boys’ arms surrounded

   baby girls, little sisters they wished for

   but did not have

now marriage will come swiftly

   around the bend for piano girl -

   a shiny shooting star

the piano faded – a train whistle

   gone far down the track

   turned shear vibration on the skin

the boys now men, the girls

   now women, light speed -

   time a translucent beam

I am awed by how this passage

   is mere mist upon my face -

   how memory sings in whispers

I remember a time . . . . .