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Snow Globe Memories Mystic

Snow Globe Memories – Mystic


As my wrinkled old hands grasp the glass ball, 
I watch as the glistening snowflakes begin to fall.
I gaze into it and give it one last shake.
There’ll be no room for all I was hoping to take.

My heart strokes the strings of memories, sublime. 
This little snow globe has stood the test of time.
I watch the soft flakes settle on an old oak tree.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants, beckoning me.

I was bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb. 
The alps bringing peace, when church bells chime. 
My wanderlust cured, no more would I roam.
Such amazing years I have spent in my mountain home.

Lost in the vision of my little snow globe here today.
As the last of the snow has settled, I really want to stay.
Along with some other treasures, I pack it in my port.
My love of this home just couldn’t be bought.

I wonder if there’s a snow globe that depicts where I am going.
I’ll miss my lovely chalet especially when it’s snowing.
I’ll keep my wee globe with its snow falling under the dome,
and I’ll take the snow in my glass ball to the old age home.

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