Reflections
by Janice R. Sager
The Midnight Sun.
The Northern Lights.
A million stars.
The wind's deadly bite.
The smell of snow.
The seasons' swift flight.
A wolf's lonely howl,
in a winter's deep night.
A gentle touch.
A loving word.
Mum's amused smile,
for something absurd.
The carefree days,
of life observed,
in a young heart,
memories preserved.
Grandmother's shawl.
Grandfather's Shed.
Moving again,
another place for my bed.
The chicken coop.
Banock, not bread.
Books in my toy box.
Stories fill my head.
A rare visit,
From a man I barely know,
Whom I long to emulate,
and follow through the snow.
Who speaks of adventures,
and villains brought low.
Then turns to leave again.
A father must go.
I grow to manhood.
Day by slow day.
Lessons flown in and mastered.
I tuck the memories away.
Inusiq, Steve, Mary and Mark.
Sweet school days.
Dreams of playing hockey,
And pro-cards saved.
The seasons turn,
and an older dream calls.
Applications filed.
Tears of good-bye fall.
In Sam Brown and Stetson,
I stand tall.
A father's proud smile.
A nod says it all.
A few years later,
she whispers into my heart.
The words of poem,
become a part.
Across a thousand lifetimes,
ended before the start.
Duty and justice.
Dreams torn apart.
A shot breaks the silence.
A proud man lays dead.
Blood flows hot,
on a snow covered bed.
Vengeance, I follow...
To his friend I am led.
Betrayal so black.
Justice so dread.
Now due south,
I am forced to roam.
Exiled and shunned.
Ray and Jerrome,
help me find meaning,
in life's maelstrom.
Far from the North.
Home away from home.
I give thanks for my friends.
I know who they are.
Without regret,
I follow my star.
Tomorrow may find me,
a wanderer afar,
but nothing can take,
or these memories mar.
Smile at Francesca.
Joke with the Rays.
Vecchio dinners.
Homecoming days.
Laughter and love.
It will always amaze!
Embraced as family.
Finding new pathways.
And still...
I recall...
And am filled with longing,
The North's call,
and a sense of belonging.
Watch a star fall.
Give thanks for the pain.
Part of life, that's all.
The Midnight Sun.
The Northern Lights.
A million stars.
The wind's deadly bite.
The smell of snow.
The seasons' swift flight.
A wolf's lonely howl,
in a winter's deep night
--
Janice
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