Phoebe

Bonnie Reeder, Third Place

You will not recall this day We rocked and watched the falling snow So I’ll remember doubly, And tell you of it when you grow.

The snowflakes drift in countless mass Like moments individually And though forgotten once they pass, They build a snow-scape gradually.

And when the warm spring comes to melt And steals this moment from its stage Each snowflake’s impact still is felt, In blooming flow’rs and budding sage.

Oh, you may not recall this day My precious baby growing fast And should my memory also fade, I’m glad I rocked you anyway.

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