Fourteen in Winter

When I view photo albums, I go back

In time. I seem fine. But, alas! Alack!

At times, one will jar my mind too much!

Then memories brim over in a rush.

Paint-by-numbers and female snowmen,

Brother-Sister fights forever, amen!

Old friends call and forgotten songs play.

Plants are repotted on an icy Snow Day.

An old year ends and board games are played.

Bright future plans and resolutions are made.

A new way of life, new smells, and new faces,

My wonderful love, and faraway places.

Meaningful, senseless poems begin, and

Paint-by-numbers and female snowmen.