Her smile is fallen snow
On the first day of winter,
A happy coincidence
You met her just at the right time, at the right
Place.
A happy coincidence.
She is home, a warm cup of tea in the middle of a blizzard.
She comforts you and her hugs are different, they
Lift
You
Up
But you look down and your feet are still touching the floor.
She is the one you call, when the snowflakes are begging
"Dress us up like a snowman,
My sisters and I want
To wear a smile, just for a little while."
You remind her to put on gloves; she wraps her scarf around you
Several times
Over,
So you will never be cold.
You forget to say that her presence is like home, a storm lantern in the middle of a blizzard.
You smile.
There is nothing else you can do.
She smells like home, and home is a bouquet of roses.

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