Everywhere I turn, there you are
But when I reach out to speak
To touch
I know it's just a dream
Built on memories.

I see you in every room
In this house
 In which you grew
And a little bit of you
Lingers still within the rooms
To touch the chords of memories.

Ah, but if the dreams of sight
Were blessed with touch
And voice in memories
Then perhaps I could lay this pain
To rest
Until the day we meet again.

                                 © Helen Catherine Cramer
                                       13th December 1981

Memories are what future dreams were built on.
So when they are laid so too are the dreams which bred them.
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