Roses in January

Roses in January

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

We went to Hawaii in September.

I’m remembering those times in January.

I got my dream bicycle when I was nine.

I remember it 61 years later in January.

I’ve met and rubbed elbows

with a few ‘heroes’ of mine

down through the years.

Three of them are gone now,

But I remember them today, in January.

Their essence, their kindness,

their patience and words

have stayed with me all these years.

I’m having roses as if freshly picked

simply because I have memories

of days and times and people

of yesterday.

Memories are, indeed

roses on a cold January evening.

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