SNOWCHILD
When I was a child, I thought as a child,
And snow was a thing so delightful.
From school we were free; we got wet to the knees,
And our mom’s day was thrown all off schedule.
But now that I’m grown, I must do on my own
All the chores Mom and Dad used to dread:
Stock up food by the loads, drive on slippery roads,
Shovel snow, and repair that old sled.
Now I look with dismay at the skies leaden gray
As I trudge to the store for supplies.
De-icer and salt sell out fast with no halt.
I need new boots to tread on the ice.
The wind from the north is bitter and harsh,
But my temperature, still it is rising;
I am in a foul mood, for I see nothing good
That can come from a snowstorm arriving.
But then the flakes start, and I feel in my heart –
Watching white, fluffy, wonderful, wild
Filling all of my world with such beauty unfurled –
That in truth I am still just a child!
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Whistles!!❤️💝This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Sandra 🙂 You have depicted winter with its joys and woes so very vividly, taking us back into your childhood sweet with its memories. Especially love; “But then the flakes start, and I feel in my heart –Watching white, fluffy, wonderful, wild. Filling all of my world with such beauty unfurled – That in truth I am still just a child!” I too believe there is a child inside all of us that comes out in the company of loved ones. Beautifully expressed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💝
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thanks so much, Sanaa. And yes, those memories are very real.
Great writing! Now the virtual snow falls freely!
Thank you. And evidently everyone can see snow on my blog except me. No matter what I do it won’t show up on my computer. But it shows up on all my other blogs. Weird. So I finally gave up and posted a snow poem.
Never grow up! 🙂
What a beautifully crafted poem and how well it read.
Thank you for such kind words.
Hang on to that!
in spite of the gray time there’s so much simplicity and joy filling this beautiful poem…
Thank you. I appreciate your reading and commenting on it.
I think I was 46 when I first saw snow close up (that was in Ireland) – haven’t seen any since.
I can tell you for sure life is easier without it. And I live in a region that gets moderate snowfall.The people who get 2 and 3 feet at once consider it a nightmare, I’m sure.