They gaze outside in wide-eyed wonder.
“Hard to imagine,” you tell them, “millions
of snowflakes, and yet not one has a twin.”
All unique – one of a kind; much like them.
They rush around the house for bits and bobs
to give their future snowman, a nose, eyes
ears and mouth. You fetch their coats,
and Wellington boots; play hunt the glove.
Why does always one go missing?
You gaze outside in wide-eyed wonder.
Where did all the years go? Watch them
throwing snowballs; knowing full well
inside half an hour they’ll be banging
on the door; hands blue with the cold.
Meantime, you realise, as they twist
and twirl on frozen lawn – scarves around
their necks like parcels tied with bows,
that these were your gifts to the world.
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | January 11, 2010 - 03:39
A very heart-warming piece, dear Tina. Children are indeed wonderful ‘gifts’ and their innocence is a rare beauty in this world. This poem captures that beauty and all its innocence with deep care and love. Well done.
Nathan xox
Silver Spun Sand | January 11, 2010 - 09:34
Nathan - I think we could all do with something 'heart-warming' these days, what with this freezing weather;-)
I hope you and yours are managing to keep warm and I'm glad you enjoyed this. My thanks to you.
Tina xox
shoe | January 11, 2010 - 11:31
Totally agree with Nathan, superb,:~}
Silver Spun Sand | January 11, 2010 - 11:49
Shirley, thank you for reading and taking the trouble to let me you know you liked it;-)
Tina
Beeme | January 11, 2010 - 17:38
I agree a heart-warming and beautiful story. I love the first stanza in particular.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | January 11, 2010 - 18:22
Beeme - thank you so very much. Really pleased you liked this one. I thought you might;-)
Tina xx
MistakenMagic | January 11, 2010 - 20:05
I agree with Nathan - a beautiful portrayal of innocence, Tina. And so, so true. Well done on this one ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | January 11, 2010 - 20:23
Ta muchly, Magic. I have a soft spot for this one myself. Glad you liked it too;-)
Tina xxx