I stand at the window and watch as he plays
Out in the snow on cold winter days.
Snow Angels appear as he lays in the snow
Ears and nose have a rosy glow.
Wisps of cold breath hang in the air
While snow flakes linger on uncovered hair.
Tongue goes out to catch the snow
I must call him in for some hot cocoa.
Reluctant to leave his winters play
I tell him there's always another day.
Promise of cookies. he comes at a run
Ending another day of good fun.
JKS
4 comments:
Great poem says it all, great to be a kid
merle.......
That is just lovely..and the pictures that goes with it are darling- xo Diana
Lovely Janice just look at his little face.
Xx
So precious Janice ;o)
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