This is home...

It's been three years since I've seen this view.
The auction at 105 w. 181st street was 3 years ago today.
It's still home...even if it's now only in my memory....I can still see the people sitting around this table...


This is home...

Directions to here: Sit down and listen to Margaret Becker's "You Remain Unchanged."

Driving across Dakota, I saw an old freight train
That train has crossed this state Through the wind the snow and rain
Now the wheels were rusted golden And it wasn't on a track
Somebody somewhere swore that train would be coming back

You remain
Unchanged, unchanged
You remain
Unchanged, unchanged

Went back to my old house And I parked across the street
I could almost see us there My mother and me
And I could feel her gentle guidance, I could feel her hold me tight
Seems like too many years since she kissed me goodnight

You remain
Unchanged, unchanged
You remain
Unchanged, unchanged
You remain
Unchanged, unchanged

Walking with my father Down the avenue
For every step he took I must've taken two
Now his steps have grown much slower, but time keeps rushing on
We know this life's so fragile, But we're both counting on, that

You remain
Unchanged, unchanged
You remain
Unchanged, unchanged
You remain
Unchanged, unchanged

Amen.