Nov 2016
As he cried in to the wind
snow flakes did descend
each one unique like a
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e
a
r
d
r
o
p
s even though eyes
black as coal it knew that these would only fall
for a limited time.
A child's innocence when given the joy of virtue,
put on a hat of a cold little snowman.
Yellow and black like a bubble bee had nestled on
this cold but cheerful snowman's head.
No smile was given, a work in progress as this little
one was only 5 years old. But the next morning a carrot
was perceived as a nose then little twigs not only one
but two three and four where put in a pride of place.
Now even though a creation of a thousand snow flakes
balancing on the wishes of a child, this snow man gently
erodes ever so slightly to where misplaced twigs perceive
a smile. Running a child says "I love you cold Mr Fluff,
Everyday he gets a little smaller only by millimetres as
winters sun raises and falls and a little part of him now
drips,
,
,
,
,
,
, in to a puddle of lost memories never captured again.
But still there is a smile on the face that slowly one by one these
twigs fall till only one s left then non at all. But then this little
ones uses fingers and a new smile is etched deep in frozen snow.
But on that faithful morning when all that was white is now green
once more, and tears not of snow flakes, but emotions do fall.
A father tells his little one.
Even though Mr Snowman is gone,
"He always had a smile from his creation till he now is gone,
and now he has evaporated look up see that cloud its smiling his memory still lives on,
The little one smiled and knew that even though not there,
he was still smiling for the attention the little one had given.
And that little cloud for a brief moment snowed upon
his house and showed he appreciated what he had done.
snow flakes did descend
each one unique like a
t
e
a
r
d
r
o
p
s even though eyes
black as coal it knew that these would only fall
for a limited time.
A child's innocence when given the joy of virtue,
put on a hat of a cold little snowman.
Yellow and black like a bubble bee had nestled on
this cold but cheerful snowman's head.
No smile was given, a work in progress as this little
one was only 5 years old. But the next morning a carrot
was perceived as a nose then little twigs not only one
but two three and four where put in a pride of place.
Now even though a creation of a thousand snow flakes
balancing on the wishes of a child, this snow man gently
erodes ever so slightly to where misplaced twigs perceive
a smile. Running a child says "I love you cold Mr Fluff,
Everyday he gets a little smaller only by millimetres as
winters sun raises and falls and a little part of him now
drips,
,
,
,
,
,
, in to a puddle of lost memories never captured again.
But still there is a smile on the face that slowly one by one these
twigs fall till only one s left then non at all. But then this little
ones uses fingers and a new smile is etched deep in frozen snow.
But on that faithful morning when all that was white is now green
once more, and tears not of snow flakes, but emotions do fall.
A father tells his little one.
Even though Mr Snowman is gone,
"He always had a smile from his creation till he now is gone,
and now he has evaporated look up see that cloud its smiling his memory still lives on,
The little one smiled and knew that even though not there,
he was still smiling for the attention the little one had given.
And that little cloud for a brief moment snowed upon
his house and showed he appreciated what he had done.
