memories

Brooke Snyder

So many memories 

So many tears

This is where I feel her the most,

She is with me.

The sharp smell of pine that refreshes your busy mind,

The ice berg air that turns the tips of your body a rosie red.

The crunch of the soft ice beneath your heavy feet.

The sense of adventure everywhere,

As I play in her playground,

I feel her presence 

And it takes me back to when we were j making snow angels in the white fluff together

But now ik that I have a real angel laying next to me with a smile so bright it could melt the snow.

My vision of her may be taken, but the overwhelming feel of her warmth will always be present.

  • Author: Brooke Snyder (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2018 18:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about my Grandma that past away and it’s about the mountains and snow, she loved the snow. It’s about acceptance and memories:) have you ever lost someone and there is that one place where all you can think about is them? and it’s like you can feel them and all the memories are flashing back like it was yesterday? it hurts but there also is this peace in your heart at the same time. comment down below, if you can relate!
  • Category: Family
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