when the snow
fell
we went outside.
our boots and gloves
on.
our hats.
we lay on the ground
and made
angels.
we threw snow balls
at one
another.
we took our sleds to the hill
and down
we went.
when the snow fell
we were younger then.
we went outside.
and as I stand at the kitchen
window
warmed with coffee,
I watch the children,
their appled cheeks, eyes
full of joy,
those memories have come
alive.
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