Journeys

I have begun to think of other days, other journeys.
It is strange what the memory holds back
and what it brings forth.
I thought so much was gone,
melded together
like remnants from a fire.

Yet, as I sift and sort through them, more returns,
of certificates and ceremony,
of promises made and lack of belief,
of traffic, vans, dirt roads and heat,
of hot tin roofs and tiny shacks,
of friendships sad and sweet,
of making home where ever you are,
of women's work, never done,
of children, song and laughter.

Memories,
so faded,
yet brought together,
impact now my thoughts and actions.