Memories

A window
Open to the breeze
Falling in on papers
As they scatter
And slide apart
A boy chases them
As they dance
Some near and some far
Crumpled by small hands
White as snow
Focused on their task
Instead of his meal
Noontime and lazy
Left on the table
Falling apart
His mother praying
In the dayroom light
That casts shadow
Over hither and yon
She wishes for rain
And a good man
Who will treat her well
But not of paper
So neatly stacked
Before the wind
Precursor to the rain
That begins to drop
Heavy and laden
With dreams and love
She gathers up her son
And watches it fall
To the dirt below
Creating mud
And memories.

Sam