A grandfather's recollections of a son. Written a few years ago but the weather reminded me of it once more so here it is


I Watched him play outside today
Dressed in mix matched winter clothes
He stood atop a high snowdrift
Arms upraised in a champions pose

Eyes bright and cheeks aflame
His face a glow in ecstasy 
As he surveyed the scene below
From his lofty perch his Kilimanjaro 

He beckoned me to climb and see
To share the sight from his lofty prize
I laughed delightedly answering no
My days of climbing were long ago

My mind recalled another boy 
In much the very same surround
Who cheered his summit in windswept snow 
In winters past so long ago

I stood and watched as he deftly spun
And slid to land with innocent grace
And run away with boundless joy
As my memory stayed with the other boy

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Written on 2021-02-22 at 13:19

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Reminds of family storys handed down to me.
Some like you have convaide hear, josephus.
Ken D

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Memories! I remember my dad, during the late stages of a particularly lavish snowfall when I was no older than four, flinging me across a trafficless Saratoga Street, to let me land in the softest of snowbanks. Maybe there's a poem there!