Walking down a street <br />where we lived many years ago, <br />the faces behind the doors <br />are not the same anymore. <br />As we walk, we look back <br />at a time that inherited our name. <br />Remembering the times there <br />in the maelstrom of memories <br />that come flooding back <br />to haunt us with faces <br />of that long ago. <br />Our head spins as we walk <br />stepping back into our yesterdays <br />with its happiness, sadness <br />and grief that came our way. <br />We stumble over things <br />we had forgotten long ago <br />as we are overtaken <br />in a maelstrom of memories. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />13 February 2012<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maelstrom-of-memories/
