
We
waited
for snowfall
palm prints on glass
cold steamy windows
waiting for the first flakes
we were waiting for magic
my igloo waiting to be built
Snowmen with carrot noses, stick arms
mother’s button jar we raided for eyes…


We
waited
for snowfall
palm prints on glass
cold steamy windows
waiting for the first flakes
we were waiting for magic
my igloo waiting to be built
Snowmen with carrot noses, stick arms
mother’s button jar we raided for eyes…

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That last line is so perfect. Of course. :-)
Glad you thought so, Diana…
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