Winters Remembered
May 6, 2008 at 1:45 pm | In Self, childhood, poems |Tags: childhood memories, free verse
Do you remember?
Being six or seven?
Ice . . . ah, Hurrah!
I’ll run and slide!
Mom says, watch out,
you’ll fall! But I don’t care.
I have to remember now, at sixty-seven
that I really may fall, and often have.
But even then, as I start to slide,
there’s that scintilla of joy.
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