I used to dream about the home

a lot of my childhood memories

around the winding love in the woods.

even now tonight as I imagine time

I look to my dreams to recreate

how life became a simple peace

inside the home of thoughtful family.

I recall meals being rather comical

a guest to rush the line with all the sibs

I now have to welcome the smile she gave

with all the hungry mouths and silly truths,

she would keep handing out her love,

and everyone turned a smile to Abby,

because then was forever, not tomorrow.

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We were all shaking the roots of time,

pretty unsure of how we would begin,

yet there were sounds to bring us peace

when walking through the family room,

I saw bodies everywhere, alive and free,

listening to ‘… troubled waters’

as was the plan in 1969.

I remember intrigue in the blue haze

of kindred spirits all sharing their lives

in the interest of sweet love,

where I first learned the meaning,

of passion beyond my own sacred ground.

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I reflect upon the music when I need peace.