We Kids Sled
We kids sled
past the home of so-long-ago.
We kids wear
snow-black boots and warm
mittens. We kids sled,
on a cold sunny day,
across the Vale’s backyard;
Old-timers let
us kids sled
through flurried laughter,
cheeks frozen-red,
and out all day,
it seemed.
What was Mom doing,
I wonder? I wish I could
dust off the window
and see her
and get a tear in my eye.
The teardrop shape is frozen
in time. We kids sled
without a care in the world.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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