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Snow

"Then I'm sitting, wrapped up in my mother's arms, / watching my younger brother giggle and smile / looking at the balls of fur we now call friends"

Snow
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My city covered in a blanket of snow

with wind howling, cutting against skin

and crunching beneath my feet take me back

to another time when everything made sense.

There I am, standing maybe four feet tall

watching my brother, listening as easily builds

a fortress of snow, challenging the neighborhood –

These are the childhood memories I'll never let go.

Then my family, whole and gathered around the table,

holding hands and listening as Grandma

says graces before we over fill our bellies –

These are the childhood memories I'll never let go.

Then my dog, still young and agile,

runs around with me, catching

powdery white balls tossed for her while I laugh –

These are the childhood memories I'll never let go.

Then I'm sitting, wrapped up in my mother's arms,

watching my younger brother giggle and smile,

looking at the balls of fur we now call friends –

These are the childhood memories I'll never let go.

All the way back to the first day my mother held me

in her arms, perhaps the warmest day I've ever known

despite the small white flurries beginning to fall.

These are the childhood memories

brought out by the icy coldness in my hands –

That I'll never let go of.

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Derek Evers
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