Permanent Residency

Permanent Residency

If only I could hold time
in my hands.
Slow it down just a bit.
Savor its brilliance
a little longer.

Every day, I get to delight
in seeing friends
who’s  fingerprints are
defined, smudged, and smeared
across, on, around, and through
all my calendar pages.
My heart swells.
My smile broadens.
My glow brightens.
I am enchanted.

They have a permanent residency
in my heart.
They whisper in my ear
no matter how many miles
span between us.
Our histories were inked
on the same paper.
Our stories are alive.

They helped bring me
to who I am today.
They are a part of me.
Who I was.
Who I am.
Who I will be.
The threads that run through
the fabric of my soul.
The tapestry of my life.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
May 8 & 9, 2013
Poem #376
Dedicated: Y’all Know Who You Are


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