Dawning Creations

 

 

Amid the falling snow

a mystery unlocked in her mind.

 

Sounds of baseballs flying through air

and soccer balls too.

 

Amid the gentle burn of hot chocolate

the memories begin to entwine with the sweet taste.

 

Laughter echoes, footprints that will never cover

no matter the volume of snowfall or rain puddles.

 

Amid the pleasant buzzing

the soft acoustic playing throughout the house.

 

One kick too hard

a soccer ball just misses a window.

 

Amid the warm memories

warmth spreads like butter on bread.

 

The trouble they caused together

hiding in shadows, hands clasped to silence laughter.

 

Amid the sounds of laughter and scurrying feet

up the trees the kids go.

 

A beautiful contrast

the taste of iced tea and sweat from running.

 

Amid the aimless running

the kids piled in to sooth their thirsty throats.

 

Going going going

she kept up with the boys and fit right in.

 

Amid the soft pitter patter of flakes on cement

she wasn’t catching the winter blues.

 

She never did have to try with them

she never had to try to be anything but what she was.

 

Amid the falling snow

a memory unlocks a truth she had forgotten.

 

The secrets kept with each and every invisible footprint

the boys she knew left a great imprint.

 

Amid the acoustic music

she smiled and laughed to herself.

 

She wasn’t too different from back then

she only grew a few inches taller.