I Want My Childhood
I didn’t know the stillness of falling snow,
swift silence I didn’t bother to listen
until I grew out of my skin
and finally slowed down
There it is
beauty
still
There was no one to share it with me
in a tobaggan with no hill
sent out dressed warm
I return inside
purpose unsure
I had it for a few short years second-hand
never denying a child’s snow angel
Yes, you will be my alibi
to make one myself
They’ve grown out, too soon
I need reminding again
You remind me
I have a hill now
and I am still
But still alone