I would like to hold your hand.
I would pull you through time .
We will dance among the wild Flowers.
I will walk with you down the streets of Scotland.
I would gently guide your hand to hold the hand of the 5th generation.
I would introduce you to my life and to all of my loves.
I would pray with you.
Oh yes I would be nervous.
I would wonder, have i made you proud?
You would hold my hand and look for the bright Polish.
I would like to hold the sound of your voice.
I would like to hold all of the memories from when I was born to the time when you passed . What would I do with all of these memories?
I would close down the town and make everyone look to the South and play the memories over and over on a big world wide screen.
I would dance in front of the screen among the wild Flowers and give thanks to the fifth generation I remember.
My life didn't start with me.
It started with you.
I love you, grandma.
I miss you.
I wish i had a photographic memory - there are so many things I remember but 100 times that many more in which I don't.
We are woven together generation through generation.
Have I experienced what you experienced?
Have I seen what you have seen?
If i had just a moment to go back in time, which moment would I go to?
Could I pick just one?
What is more powerful - being the end of the 5th generation or the beginning of the next fifth generation?
