Intense Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into my mind, eyes shut tightly, seeing a
winter scene filled with sparkling snow across the
ground.
Willow trees gently swaying in a morning breeze,
filled with icy coldness, touching them.
Searching for the meaning of this, beautiful picture
I suddenly realize I'm on the front porch of our
house when I was only nine.
Seventy-five acres all ours to play on, a gigantic
playground at our disposal, my five sisters and I.
Sticking out my tongue, still feeling snowflakes
moisten coldly, my childish tongue.
A wonderful intense memory of one of my favorite
places to be and play in the snow.
Sensing the presence of my Dad and Mom here beside me
as I write this memory into life.