Sitting at the dinning room table,
so many winters ago;
it almost seemed a fable,
as I watched the falling snow.
For it was half a century of years
since that mid winters day;
with other memories, laughter, and tears,
to wipe that memory away.
But, nevertheless, it still existed,
those thoughts of long ago;
a form of reality still persisted,
even of the since melted snow.
Much has happened since that day,
including much I remember.
But how can these memories stay that way,
for fifty years from December.
Do memories last forever?
What of that melted snow?
What becomes of all we endeavor;
where does it finally go?
And to the ones that we love;
could we have known them before?
Was all life constructed above;
to descend for a new encore?
Consciousness is an energy;
creating new life below;
combining together in synergy,
the dining room, people, and snow.