Let This Day Be Forever

Cries of joy as memories

from my childhood --

two boys eleven or twelve

jumping with life

while I aware of my weight

tummy pushing forward

grey hair balding needing a

hat in the coolness of this day

not so with these lads

bare heads nor gloves escaping

mom’s advice -- across the snow

heading to new adventures.

Walking slowly with my love

the two of us chatting -- caring

one for another

oblivious to their stares holding

gloved hands in the twilight of our

lives -- unnumbered memories

flavouring an older conversation.