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Remembered Winter
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The snow shovel always got me
in the shin or under the arm pit.
I was so little, but determined.
I don't think anyone ever
notices the steps cleared, the slate
sidewalk of aqua stone showing
between the lilac bushes bare
as a newborn, past the hedges
to the street. No one ever
saw or said thank you.
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In winter with white everywhere
and the clear cold night sky splattered
with stars and a full moon hanging
in the window for young eyes
to absorb the wonder, I remember
mittens and the Christmas program
and ice skates and the smell
of sausages and eggs on morning
platters.
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Lady A
12-04-13
10:33p
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