this history

days pass
without a thought
recorded as part of
this history
of thought
brought it about here by myself
committed to it no matter
how many days pass
until the next one is put down
under the night sky
and a slight thaw
the sound of the night
is the drip of melting snow
from the roof tops
all through the quiet neighborhood
until the one dog barks
and is let back into his house
days pass
between thoughts
where it used to only take hours
the baby cries where it used to be
silence or the music
that filled the air
with more words
and thought
to inspire and create
this history of words
written continuously
so as not to miss what might
prove to be the most important
thought of all on my grandmother
as the days pass
and turn weeks into minutes
or so it seems...