If we could go back in time
what would we tell ourselves?
Those two high school lovers
walking in the halls
Would we show them this house
we made home
the books filling the shelves
quilt on the bed, mums on the table,
the yellow curtains?
Could we point to the acre of land
we sunk our hands in
the soil we nourished with care
the brimming baskets of summer fruit
the neighbors we fed?
Would we believe us when we tell of
the strawberry blonde girl
we brought into this world
this space in our hearts, only for her
this piece of you and piece of me
in that green floral dress?
What would our faces be
as we told them
the story of such richness?
Could they believe that it's theirs?
