Snowglobe Memories
I hold the globe in my hands
and the snow begins its slow circle--
tiny flakes drifting the way old memories do.
Inside, a small street lies quiet,
covered in its soft winter hush.
Mornings from when I was little come back to me.
Cocoa on my lips.
Mittens too big, falling off my hands.
Laughter spilling out, loud and messy.
The room full of noise, full of light,
and for a second, nothing else existed.
The world inside spins again.
Roofs blur, trees disappear in white.
When the last flakes settle,
the town is still.
Quiet.
Familiar.
The same place my heart never forgets.
Mystic
~ 8th Place ~
SNOWGLOBE MEMORIES
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 12/5/2025 6:18:00 PM
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