In my wintery days, <br />I see my Mom, <br />and she has the jazz on. <br /> <br />And, in my dreams, <br />I believe that my Dad <br />has his guitar out <br />and playing. <br /> <br />And, in all my memories, <br />I see my Grandma <br />has the flute out. <br />And my Grandpa and Uncle <br />played the bass drum. <br />And my Aunt <br />played the tamborine. <br /> <br />And Sasha, <br />Maggie, <br />and Mike played <br />the triangle. <br /> <br />And, so many people <br />have been in the band. <br /> <br />But I got more... <br />this is made from me.<br /><br />J. Evelyn Sears<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-wintery-days/
