I am Alive
looking through my window, at the land slowly turning white.
Childhood memories forcing a smile upon my face
cold hands, red face
duck, dive, throw, jump, fall.
But now these old hands that take too long to recover
bones don’t flex as once they did.
Wish I could play once more in that snow.
I wish my aim was true
my muscle strong
my body able
But alas those days are no more
So now I look through this window, I look at the children play
I am with them, every missile thrown, every snow angel made
Every hand warmed by a strong breath.
Smiling now from memory,
I am alive