Meaghan Donovan

Memories We Hold

Meaghan Donovan

It's the unbearable cold days, when you want to tuck in a ball on the couch

while watching a Christmas movie under the heavy knitted blanket.

It's the days where you can't feel your body, everything is numb

after hours of skiing in the brutal temperatures.

It's the days when the fireplace kindles inhale the smoldering embers,

while the wooden cabin is as insulated as a warm mug filled with hot coco. 

A fantasy pictured in our heads of the icicles dangling from the rooftop

and Christmas lights strung from door to door.

The cheerful and joyful laughter that fills the cabin each year,

we want to cherish forever yet seem to live without

when the golden sun is beaming down on us on the scolding beach. 

Author's Note: I talk about memories during the winter which we  enjoy in the moment while also thinking of the future and summer times that we wish we were in. The overall theme of this is to explain the emotions we feel in the moment during a positive event yet still look for something better for example summer in my poem.