Walking the land in which I grew up.
My life unfolded here.
Memories are in every direction I look.
The ghosts of yesteryear have risen to see me.
Lifting me higher.
Embracing all the MEs,
from the past to now.
The continuum of time
blends, shrinks, overlaps.
with friends who’s fingerprints
are all over my heart.
They are my inner tapestry.
Their smiles are engraved
on my memory-bound photo albums.
They are woven throughout
all my days.
They helped me write my history,
and create my present.
They are part of my yesteryear.
Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
May 21 & 27, 2012