My first attempt at poetry. Tell me what you think.
Snowflakes
Cold
Cold air
Cold heart
Cold soul
I think I was about 7 and was ironing
The never
ending chore
With only one
happy thought
Warmth
Gram
She was at
least a million years old
Wiser than
God
Laughed at
the Devil
She stepped
silently into the room,
Placed her
hand on the freshly starched shirts of my father’s
Both of us
knowing they’d be ruined by tomorrow’s light
It didn’t
matter; he and Momma had to look respectable
When they
entered the bar.
Gram’s touch
was as light as a butterfly,
Filled with
rainbows
Promise
Hope
Draped in the
black wool shawl
I’d knitted
her for Christmas last year,
Disaster
though it was,
She wore it
everywhere.
Proudly.
“Come child”,
Her voice was
a caress,
Like the
finest velvet.
And for a
moment,
I forgot who
I was.
We stepped
out onto the covered porch
I held her
elbow as we descended
The icy steps
She looked up
Up
Up
At the steel
gray sky
As snow
silently fell,
Covering all
of the ugliness
“Look Emma…”
Her voice was
barely a whisper.
Her finger,
gnarled with arthritis,
Gestured to
the snowflakes
Accumulating
on her shawl.
“Aren’t they
beautiful?”
Yes. Yes,
they were. All intricate designs of crystal lace.
“You know
something?” She leaned close to me, her voice the softest whisper
I shook my
head.
“No two
snowflakes are alike.”
My head spun
so fast, I felt the world tilt.
“Really?
Honest-to-God?”
Her smile
warmed me
Warmed my
cold, cold heart.
“My dearest
Emma…”
She caressed
my cheek,
“You will
always be my snowflake.”
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