Do you remember do you recall, what we talked about at all?
Last night when I found myself in fright,
your voice got lost in wonderland of yours.

You were three years old standing at the airport gazing at the plane you just arrived with. Your new parents were there to get you home, home…Now this was your home, away from the orphanage and your childhood friends.

What can the memories about it now mean to you in your adult life, I wonder?
I wonder as I wonder about why I wonder about it.