Monday, April 25, 2011

A Warm December

Journal Entry: December 5, 2001
(A beautiful, unseasonably warm day)

It must have reached seventy degrees today.
My soul must have held the reflection of the sun.

The wheels rolled on the little red wagon
And the Radio Flyer carried my dreams.

A boy and his dog in the comfort of a fathers pull.
Memories tugged from summers and canines past.

The laughter of my son secrets to me that
life has meaning and I have purpose.

To love and to live.
And to be aware of the warmth in december.

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