old figures of the past

Old figures of the past

I did not know how much love

i still poured in their glasses at every meal

with the cucumber, honey and oatmeal

Another life and another time

Have they forgot 

The beaches and the stores and the carrides

And noone reaches out

Like we reached out our arms to the world, our hands out the windows

And they seem to flow and fill truly

Finally like flowers in all their colours

I just wish I could be there, and blossom too

Feels like an ocean apart

When i remember and look at the photographs

I know they are all doing better

Better than ever

And I am filled with warmth and love and laughter

I want to braid their hair and beed bracelets, run trough cornfields and to have sleepovers like we were children

And I pour over with love

Though i could never have told anyone

It could never be the same agian

I am just an old figure of the past