These sweet little crab apples,
sure to be held all winter long
in the embrace of an icicle,
make me think of all the moments
we’ve wished
were frozen in time.
Weddings and births,
hellos and goodbyes,
a first kiss or last kiss,
a laugh between friends.
In truth, they are frozen;
etched into our minds,
locked in our personal vaults
like precious jewels.
They are the moments
that made us who we are,
frozen in time
and burning to be remembered
so they can teach us
and remind us
what we already know.
