Snow

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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