When I was young
The tv promised us
We would see
What we always wanted
And so my cousin
Kept me awake
To see the first white flake
Hit the ground like
Goose feathers gliding through the sky.  
My mother lit a smoke
And said why do want it to snow.  
And Jared softly whispered  
In her ear like a delicate
Crumb of frost.

" grandma watched us
Out side her window"
And now I get
To watch her
Play in the snow