Thumbing through albums of time,
Of moments frozen on film,
Forgotten moments that spring to mind
And suddenly I am transported.
There I am, a child again.
A snowy day and a twin
A tiny snowman, I remember that,
A cap, red jacket, a ridiculous-looking ball printed on the t-shirt.
He is staring at the camera,
Mouth open, slightly bewildered.
I smile, but no response.
Where is that child gone
That snowman
That day?
Disappeared. Time has snatched it all away.
Have I done right by him?
Made his childhood worthwhile?
Or would he be disappointed at
The life I've styled?
I look out the window,
At this wealthy town,
The rain drizzles heavier
And my heart weighs down.
(11 Sept. 2016)
