Faye Sizemore


I wonder where we would choose to travel
if there were a tunnel back through time
Would it be to a favored time in life’s rhyme
… maybe back to a dear one’s face
in a treasured long ago space…
before they became lines etched in granite
on a black memorial citing America’s elite
We could go back to little boys playing ball
before they became names etched on a Wall
How happy we would be if their faces again we could see
Wait… there does exist a Time Tunnel… It is called Memory…