Holding Wintered Memories

 

Holding Wintered Memories

 

by Alice Jane-Marie Massa

 

 

My wintered memories float gracefully

on springtime ponds and summer lakes;

but now, in this fourth season of the year,

my tears freeze

so that my memories skate–

glide upon the smooth iced surface

and fancifully form

figure-eight’s.

 

Can You crochet

my memories into snowflakes

falling from Your skies

so that I may always recall,

before my wintered eyes,

the precious moments of holiday seasons?

Let the dear memories woven into snowflakes

gently kiss my rosy cheeks,

and let my boots tread heavily

upon the snowflakes

woven with memories

that tire my skater’s soul.

 

Then, too, some of my memory tears–

tears of gladness and tears of sadness–

form ever-growing icicles

from my snow-covered roof.

Let these frozen memories

hold on,

hold on,

hold on  …

become thicker

and longer,

longer,

longer.

I pray

my frozen memories last

until my last day

with a great guide dog

in this wintered wonderland.

 

While I do not profess to be old,

I confess that I am of that certain age

when I hold less hope

and hold more memories.

So, please

let the winter wind always

whisper to me,

warm my heart with,

and ever let me hold in my knitted-gloved hands

treasured wintered memories.

 

 

May this winter of 2018 treat you kindly and keep you well,

Alice and Leader Dog Willow

 

January 10, 2018, Wednesday

 

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