My days. Are they yours too?


The reds and the greens
white soft aglow.
the way nature felt on your nose.
Your pink cheeks
Windswept, breathless, cold.
Popsicles you licked,
Snow on your lips.

Remember blankets wrapped
fiery bricks,
pillows fluffed.
Hands soft, wrinkled
Every aging thought
escaping your grip.

Remember what others forget.
The way the leaves twirl
in crystal sky droplets.

Remember the grip of children’s fingers
clutching your own.
Tiny, miniscule
until grown.

Remember the minutes,
the cold and the warm.
Remember to remember.

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