Memories of Youth

19 Nov

 

She pops open her mouth

to catch the downy flakes

feather soft upon her tongue

bringing back memories of youth

Of she and her brother John

(who is long ago buried

under a simple white cross

in a land far away)

They would make angels

in the crisp white snow

and catch the tiny stars

as they floated down to earth

She laughs to herself

and quickly steps indoors

before the family discovers

the folly of an old lady

 

 

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