Making Snow Angels

A poem about finding joy and making memories along the way.

Sometimes

You have to play air guitar

With a tennis racket

Like the wannabe rock star that you are

Sometimes

When the tornado siren is blaring

You have to stand outside

And wait for it to blow down your street

Sometimes

When you're feeling weird

You pick up a dog biscuit

And take a bite

Sometimes

When it's pouring rain

You have to stand in it

And dance like no one is watching

Sometimes

In celebration

You just have to jump

Into someone's arms you don't even know

Sometimes

In a moment of foolishness

You simply must

Roll down the hill making yourself dizzy

Sometimes

You just remove your shirt

And make snow angels

In your backyard

Sometimes

You just need to be spontaneous

And live like you have but one life

Because you do.