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A Childhood in WinterSnow coming thick upon steep hills beckons,
Excited they climb, with sleds at the ready.
Daring or fearful, a course they reckon,
With each run completed, moves are more steady.
Nerves held in check, their next turn approaching,
They watch all the others, to learn their best moves.
Younger kids listen to parents' coaching,
Older ones show confidence in their best grooves.
Over the edge and down Boreas Hill,
The oldest and bravest, they take the big run.
Steepest and fastest - a test of one's will!
Intense competition and fine snowy fun.
Winter! For children a magical time,
As snow becomes snowmen, and angels with wings.
For this older poet - challenged to rhyme,
Snow is exciting for memories it brings!
At Sixteen... Ben turned fifty the day he met his birth mother. Her visit wasn't a gift, and there could be no return or exchange. Nancy was now sixty-six. Ben had done the math. In 1964 America, his mother was likely ostracized.
"I can't tell you who your father is, and don't pry further," was all Nancy would say about Ben's paternal descent. They had met in a coffee house near where Ben lived. His mother clearly had little interest in her son’s life. "It's cold in Minneapolis," she said after a silence.
"There are winter activities in the area, mother. I love snow. What do you do for enjoyment in Florida?"
"I suppose you think I play shuffleboard all day and bingo evenings like every other retiree," Nancy said. Ben didn’t know his mother was retired, or what she’d done for work. Minutes after meeting her, he didn't care. But he had to try.
"Mother, I have no idea what your life is like, why don't you tell me? I
I Would Only Drag You DownI imagine gazing into your eyes as we both awaken to begin each day together.
Do you see anything in my eyes, love? Do you see our future?
I am reminded of pure honey flowing, every time you brush your long golden hair.
To share each morning's rituals with you would be as sweet.
I wonder if our children would be blessed with your looks, not burdened with mine.
Will I ever become a father? Does this lineage end with me?
I fear not being able to provide for you - but isn't that so old-fashioned of me?
Your intelligence, strengths and aplomb were what drew me to you, love.
I contemplate our golden years together as filled with grandchildren and warm memories.
You wouldn't ever depart, would you - and leave me to grow old alone?
I dream of us kissing each other goodnight at the end of each love-and-laughter-filled day.
I'll likely fall asleep in my recliner in front of the television, night after night, alone a
Ghost of Rose Manor Chapter One=-Part Two
If someone could actually live there then wouldn’t that mean I was simply insane and nothing really happened that night? Why did that thought seem so appealing? I got back in my car and started home. Part of me was giddy with relief while the other worried that I had truly gone crazy for no reason. I saw what I saw. Now I would just have to come to terms with the fact… it wasn’t real. By the time I arrived home, I had thoroughly convinced myself that I had been insane in my early teenage years.
I piled the groceries on the counter and explained to mother what I had seen and she smiled weakly at me. Pity, I just loved it. I had to get used to it too. “Yes...” My mother said. “And why haven’t you said anything about this?” I asked, irritated. “Well, to be honest, your father and I felt it would be best not to mention it with your past issues, Anna.” She said giving me a look. “Did you have any luck…?” S