Footprints in the Snow

James-Randall Chumbley


Why do the birds fly so high
How is it that the waves never cease to wash the shore
I dreamed of you last night
Why
We once lay side by side
That was so long ago
I was young
You were so strong
So many things we planned
I never feared the dark until you left

The snow fell so gently that day
And all through the night
So quiet and white
All seemed to be okay
But, I guess not
You left
I stayed
But your footprints remained

Three days
In the snow
I saw them through the window
On the fourth day – they were gone
The sun melted them, as if they were never there
I did not miss you until then
Until
Until your footprints were gone

Now, another morning looms
The night has almost gone
I can breathe a sigh of relief
One tear rolls down my cheek to the corner of my mouth
Just one
I seldom cry anymore
No point

Spring will be here soon
Perhaps I will spend it by the sea
The birds will come again
Everything will be fresh
It is life’s way – to start anew
But I still wonder
Where you have gone
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Alabama Snow

James Randall Chumbley
This is a picture of my mother and I taken in Fayette, AL. I'm always amazed by her beauty so apparent in her pictures. I remember her grace; how she held on to hope all her life. She was a contradict ...more
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