As daytime ends, my windows frost.
I drift in thought to my younger years
Like an old time friend, who was once lost
I’m crying inside, but there are no tears
The snow is settling, ****** white,
no footprints or trails to mar its splendour
A flurry falls to feather the night
As I recall my joyful childhood fervour
Of how I used to scream, laugh and play,
with loved ones, ignorant to the bitter cold
To capture that innocence for one more day,
fend off this sensation of growing old
In my sleep, I dream of times long past;
the glistening fields of pure driven snow
Remembering how I wish this would last
But sadly with time, you can't stop its flow
Snowmen built; carrot, scarf, hat and stones
Long since forgotten and long since thawed
Deep in my dream like so many old bones,
artist’s brush strokes, colourful and broad
As dawn appears, I’m awoken with haste
My child’s eyes excited with anticipation
“Come on Daddy," “we can’t lie to waste”
“The snow has fallen”, she cries in elation
I jump out of bed, we both dress up warm
Snowman built, and a snow angel was made
My baby and I were both on full form
Childhood memories are not meant to fade