Hometowns

           Memory and sentiment wrap me in a hand-stitched quilt. 

I sigh in remembrance of the warmth I find there. 

Like most memories, images play against a grand backdrop elevated by fancy. 

Yet, the feelings of security and peace are real. 

          It’s best to leave those memories to their swirling fancy and let reality keep to itself. 

Time is a thief that robs the past of its glow, introducing reverie to the glare of clarity. 

The beautiful memories are recollections, made lovelier through dreams.