snow

21.1.26

a cold day in december,

i sit staring at the window

my mother comes into the room,

and i wish out loud that snow would start falling

i had never felt the chill of snow,

mingling with the warmth of some gloves and a jacket

but she tells me about a certain day

an ode to a joy i had long forgotten

from when i was so small,

my mother could pick me up and twirl me

as fast as the snow was falling around us.

she said the story with a smile,

and told me how happy it had made me.

although i had forgotten,

our joy lives on, shared once again.