I remember you…
The first time you learned to skate.
And when you skied your first slope,
I remember your determination.
Then when spring came
You raced home from school
To do your homework in a tree.
I see you on the highest branch.
In dresses, jeans and silver heels,
You become a mixed collage,
And when summer flowers return,
I remember each variety as I
© Shelly Sitzer, 2011
|Photo of Shell's painting of her daughter Maureen|