Records in the Snow (reposted from 09/2012)

Records in the Snow

By

Lisa A.Williams

                   

Mother-

thin blood

between us.

Fathers-

one stood by,

one abandoning

his absence

always feeding

a green need.

Cast into the cold,

we found our music-

45’s

haphazardly tossed

like Frisbees,

landing upright

in a dead of winter snow,

our treasure creating

a warmer air

between us.

Rushing in

to hear old songs-

“Hey Paula”,

our first discovery

followed by

The Tokens

and their sleepy lion

then the Beatles asking

                                                                  if we “want to know

a secret”

and did we “promise

not to tell?”

Girlish giggles

filled the tiny room.

For a short time,

we were bonded

by our love for the music,

only for it to be consumed

by old hurt’s homecoming.

I wonder

after all this time,

if she still remembers

the records in the snow?