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Memories Snow was promised on this day so cold, but instead icy rain came howling and pounding on our door. Soaking clouds trapped me in a house so forlorn, trickles of memories slid down these old windows. Memories of a little girl listening to talking clouds, while lying on fragrant hills as Spring swirled around. Long summer days devouring books of dreamy fantasy riding my bike down hills at breath breaking speed. Johnny holding my hand across a farmer's field, skating on the bayou pond against the nighttime winter chill. Suzie kicking off shoes to small to wear on crooked feet Carol stealing food from neighbors with plenty to eat. Mama making dandelion crowns playing kings and queens in grass too tall to mow we danced among the weeds. Daddy came on Sunday too gather four in arms wide, roller skating, picnics, then back home with tears goodbye. The sweet sixteen birthday party, the music box that danced, the first kiss and wanting more and giving love a chance. Handsome men came and went, a marriage settled for, but a little boy and girl made the life worth living for. Faces on memories retrospective screen take hold of the longing heart. What could have been what should have been, dwells alone in the whimsical dark. A chance of fate, a predestined walk, the colors of life may be. In the scheme of the moment it’s a breath and a dare, and pictures on a page of old memories. |
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