Poem: A Remembrance

Published 12:13 am Thursday, January 8, 2015

A Remembrance

By Andrew McClure, Soldotna

As I sit in my chair, surrounded

By my nieces and nephews,

I tell of my childhood, story after story,

Laughing and sighing.

I suddenly remember a small piece

Of life very dear to me,

I ask a niece near my feet if she knew

That there was a secret world

Of mine?

It was a small world, only making

Its appearance part of the year,

It had a house, a shed full of tools,

And a perfect little snowman.

I ask my little friend, now moved

Onto my lap, if she would like to

See this world of mine?

She reassured me that she did.

On the mantle piece it stood,

As I put it into her little hands,

I turned over the snow globe.

We both exchanged smiles.