I remember a room with blue walls

A girl who stood tall

Towering, brilliant sail

White skin and white hair.

I remember being small

Her young hands holding my younger ones.

Taking that call.

I remember it all.

I remember her singing

And telling me I could, too.

I remember all the men

I remember you.

I remember her saying, "We'll go to the beach, dear."

So I packed my bags as time drew near

She pulled my curtains back at night,

Looked at me; sighed.

I remember her saying,

"We just might."