I often dream of a hole in time
And an excitement I can barely set to rhyme
For a meeting with two I hold so dear
My parents: who, I fancy, I might summon here
Questions are burning in my mind
From another place and a different time
Answers to which I would love to find
While spending a happy hour or two
Reliving those things we once loved to do
So many things were left unsaid back then
So many words unspoken
And I was still too young to know the truth
And how it might be broken
It would be grand to have that time again
Now that we’re grown and – sometimes- wise
And I would relish their company
In my shiny new disguise
Explain to them what they meant to me
And, despite the years, still do
How I’m grateful for every sacrifice they made
And how that saw me through
We never have enough time with the ones we love
Who slip like water through our fingers
But that does not change the love we feel
And the passion that lingers
