Only looking through
Old images
Do I understand
She carries albums in her mind
From another time
When the sun gave light in a different tint
Her mother wearing hazel print
And though some remember doubt and fear
She remembers colourful years
And I'm not so radical
I still have my affinities
For the 20th century
I have a driver's license and one day
I will drive her to the city that left this mark on me
I know our parents dreams were innocent
Buy a house to shelter a couple of kids
And if the world didn't blow up by then
They'd grow up to do the same again
Now she tells me not to blame them
For what became their great obsession
For open arms that ceased extending
Or believing the world had finished mending
Here's a photograph of a young girl looking shyly into the camera
Wearing a shirt that reads Australia
Holding a rare butterfly in her hands
And I wish that I could visit there
Be the air around her
Hear the secrets she might tell
Then but not now
