Carry me back to
Amber’s house
That story long ago
Maybe I was different then
Maybe I’m different now
Who would have thought
that child out there
Would have grown up so fast
Would have forgotten this whole past
But I’m reminded when I’m close to
Amber’s house
Down the street
running through neighbor’s yards
We’re exploding with feeling
just starting our lives
Golden Amber sprints beside us
we scratch behind her ears
As children we always wondered
why don’t things ever last
I remember
I sighed
I stood in front of
Amber’s house
Come September
I cried
I stood in front of
Amber’s house
I can’t shake the feeling
that if I go back there now
The magic will have left
Oh, Amber
why did it have to go
I remember
Snow shined on Amber’s roof
as winter came and went
With spring came the pear trees
spreading their scent
dropping their blossoms
onto Amber’s house
Summer brought the sun,
born again into that sky
It cast light once more
on that grass I knew so well
Fall leaves
I couldn’t see my path
but the slant of the roof stayed clear
a pile collected at the side of
Amber’s house
And again winter fell
Snow returned
I became
Not a child anymore
My memories
Collected in the sight of
Amber’s house
And that winter
cast a shadow
It would have to happen soon
Of course
it would happen in the winter
under the waning moon
The only symbol of Amber’s house
her canine owner disappeared
Oh, that golden retriever
She wouldn’t come again
Amber’s family
remained, yet still
Amber’s house
had lost its
puppy glow
We grew up, wondering why
these things have to change
We may never know
but we can always dream
Carry me back to
Amber’s house
That story long ago
Maybe I was different then
Maybe I’m different now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem