If I write down my story for you
we will not sit together in my back yard having tea and
listening to mocking bird saying look hear… look hear.
If I write down my story for you
we will not talk of the lilac that lives by the side of my house
or lady of the valley and how these aromas
awaken memories from the lands of my grandmother.
If I write down my story for you
we will not hold watch together as the fire embers glow orange
after the sun drops behind Dogett Mountain or
listen to the circle of stones that rise above the early morning mist
minutes before Mount Mitchell glows bright with the early with a new day.
If I write down my story for you
I will not know the color of your eyes,
the sweet sound of your laughter or
the story that is standing just a few paces in front of you…
waiting to be remembered.
~Kedar Brown, May 2009