When winter comes I miss the sun.
My tear freezes.

Dreaming of sandcastles
Well into winter.

I build a snowcastle
To satisfy
My fantasy, my misery
And occupy
My grieving
Eye.

Snow castles harden,
As snowflakes grow dearer.

I slice through patterns of sand
Attempting to make
A sandflake
To understand
And heal this (stifled)
Ache.

When summer comes I miss the snow.
My tear melts.

3 children in overalls
Tiny mittens on their small hands
And red wool knitted hats
It's -25*C and snow covers the land
Frozen in fine layers
White dust beneath the hard shell

It's Dad's weekend
He forgot to pick them up
But mum is flexible and drove them over
Mum says to wait downstairs
The girls sit in the snow
Buiding the world's biggest snowcastle

Maybe when dad wakes up
He can shovel up the snow
And give advice on the structure
Mum is kicking the door
Still no answer, he sure is a good sleeper
But then Lisa had enough

Stand back mum I'll wake him up
There he peeked from behind the curtain
Now open the door.
Stop playing and open up
Dad open the door
C'mon girls, dad's not home

Dad is home, I saw him argued Lisa
I'm never coming back, Lauren decided
And I'm going to wait here until he comes out, said Daisy
Sorry girls, I mixed up the days