I have to remember the people
who changed me,
who met me and listened.
There were some who insisted.
Changing. Never completely easy.
Sometimes I am dragged to the new place,
like a toddler screaming in frustration
and fear of losses.
Other times, a companion in exploration
emerges adventurous, opens curiosity.
I find a flower, open to springtime sun
smells unforgettable, always forgotten.
One day the scent wafts by on the breeze.
Those long gone souls are here again.
I bring them.