Watching

Poem for all.

Misty and cold the icicles form.

Snuggled in bed trying to stay warm.

Looking out of my window watching,

My neighbors car window defrosting.

Warm breath from his mouth makes smoking air.

Watching in warmth I lay and stare.

Thinking about the days of long ago,

When my hands too, scraped away the snow.

My heart reaches out to that young soul.

Retirement is bliss this I now know.

By Cyndi Thomas

Author's Note

One may ponder a life changing decision for sometime but it may only take one defining moment to realize you made the right choice.