I came to your door, a crack of opening I see
I came to your door, a streak of light I see
I came to your door, warmth of memories I feel
I came to your door, a hand of faith I feel
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever become the same
Yet, the presence ecompasses me
Memories galore, wash over me
Lucky I am to have this vessel
A vessel of love and memories
Memories that bring a smile
A smile that walks me thru life.
~Alima Kanumilli~
Copyrighted March 11, 2012