I thought I knew
my place in the world...

In the dusty yards of the loved ones' graves,
So many, in departure, smiled, cried, and waved...

When I grow old and frail
and become lost among the world’s many trails...

once, I heard
your laughter...

When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved...

I once held onto your heart,
not realising...

When I’m not chasing my own tail
round and round...

when
I was born into the world...

Upon time, but only once,
On a snow-white winter's day...

He was a ghost, she wasn't,
Yet both were unseen, unheard...

As I grow old,
the wind wanders...

You know,
you've made me...