Pg10

love is my time machine

it takes me back keeps

me still moves me on

holds me forever

love takes me back to

my mother who looks

on me with sorrow and pain

knowing she will not see me again

behind me is my father's voice

which tells me life leaves

suffering in its wake

erases joys then weeps

beside me love reaches

out from my children

who console and create

ultimate celebration

just ahead is present- past

and future in one who

joined me for awhile but moved

ahead to rehearse an exit

love moves me on to days

sliding in kaliedoscopes of

being together and apart

but not quite so

love is a time machine

magical continuum of moments

hidden in hearts' histories

prophet of days to come