My Snow Angel
By Anthony E
Grandma was old and didn't move too well
Shaking and aching was how I could tell
One thing on her bucket list
To see a snowfall in her midst
Yet 80' and warm was all we got
And in the summer it was hot, hot, hot
At Christmas, the skies drew near
White dreams from heaven came down on her
The snow, it came on each hour
We sat by the window near the fire
Then I heard Grandma with her gloves
"Let us go outside and play my love"
We caught flakes on our tongue
Watched the slush squish and run
Her cheeks turned corvette red
We lied down on a snowy bed
Made snow angels on the lawn
We were out there until dawn
And when the snow melted off the stone
The snow angels took Grandma home...
Author Notes: A reflection on the love between a Grandparent and Grandkid.
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