Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Memories of a Time

I dip my pen into an inkwell of memories 
it's 1967 and I am young again 
the winter hills were mountainous 
as I trudged  home from school
and back again;
Soggy mitts and silly smiles 
lopsided hats, and fury coats that held no heat
cold pressed and uneaten ice cake, 
snow squalls brushed against reddened cheeks    
and buckle boots that crunched the virgin snow
With eyes pinned to the floor
 I made it to the front door
Grannies foamy smile and apron white hair  
told me I was loved twice over; 

7/5/2019

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Caren Krutsinger July 6, 2019 at 5:41 AM "lopsided hats, and fury coats that held no heat" This is so true! Nothing like a granny to come home to! An adorable write!

Eve Roper July 5, 2019 at 7:58 PM this is lovely and very close to my memories. thank you for a back to the past dear friend

Connie Marcum Wong July 5, 2019 at 4:24 PM This is so sweet Vie. Congratulations on your podium win! : ) xxoo

Jan Allison July 5, 2019 at 5:58 AM Aww pixie such a precious poem i welled up at your vivid imagery a super poem:-) hugs jan