Write a poem about inspired by the word: Storm
Snow swirling as the winds howled
Stranded vehicles littering the interstate
like Hot Wheels forgotten after play.
Roads thickened by ice,
driving on a wintry washboard;
A final Christmas celebration
in the house where I learned to tie my shoes.
Unshoveled sidewalk, icicles glistening in the sun -
she wouldn’t remember that we came.
Two days later, awakened from her nap,
questions gushed forth, like water from burst water mains
as the frigid temperatures continued.
“Did you just get here?”
“Where do you live now?”
“Is Shannon married? Does she have any kids?”
After she held that great-grandchild on her lap
Brain shrinking, like melting snowpiles
Hopeful as blades of grass poke up
White blanket diminishing,
Lucidity makes a brief appearance
as we prepare to drive home.
The sun reappears;
memories drip like icicles on the eaves
Family stories written in invisible ink