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
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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