Time-Frozen Snowballs
for Grandma and Grandpa and Mom
Here snowballs bloom on bushes in the spring
They never bloom until the sun shines warm
They wait through wind and flood through drought and storm
They are not fazed by these nor anything
But stubbornly await that day in May
When they see it is time for them to say
That spring has come and that this is their day
Eastern viburnum at home in the west
Grandma and Grandpa and Mom and I laughed
Over the years standing there photographed
Posing with spring snowballs of memory
In bleached photographs in our Sunday best
Blooming through the album leaves of the past
No one is left to take pictures of me
All dead and gone now and I am the last
With these time-frozen snowballs none can see
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
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