Childhood stories
Two sisters sit
Underneath shared quilts
Telling stories
Outside, the winds howl and moan
Blowing high drifted snow.
Underneath shared quilts
Telling stories
Outside, the winds howl and moan
Blowing high drifted snow.
Labels: cold weather, family, memory, One Deep Breath, poetry, stories, storytelling
posted by Plain Foolish | 8:03 AM
5 Comments:
Delicious! Thanks so much for evoking wonderful childhood memories. I can recall building a "cowboy fort" with a blanket and an overturned rocking chair with my younger brother, while it stormed heavily on our roof.
Oh, yes, weren't those the days! I shared a fort with my younger brother! Brings back some great memories...
I love that image! I cna see the girl fomenting sweet mischief and sharing secrets in their private world.
To be under those blankets. This is wonderful.
your words make me long for the sisters i did not know as a child (i was raised as an only child & my sisters were found in adulthood)...such a warmth to your offering
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