Oh how I wish

The things of my childhood had a voice

And they could whisper to me 

My beautiful memories

How I wish that tattered stuffed animal

Could tell stories of the places its been

That I no longer remember

As I drift off to sleep

And how I wish the walls of that jersey home

Could tell me the things they saw

As I trace my hands over the cracks 

I wish that tree house

Could tell me how I held my best friend

As we watched the sunset in its safety

I wish that maple tree

With its stair like branches

That once lead me towards the heavens

Could repeat to me now

The things I admitted to it when I was young

Sitting in its branches like an embrace

And wishing I was one of the birds

How I wish

The things I once loved

Could tell me how I loved them

So I can love them once again

Those voices of my childhood

Those voices of what once was home