Snowflakes

by Maple Tree   Nov 10, 2017


and it begins to snow.

I make frost hearts upon
the window pane, so she
will always know I love her;

but I'm an icicle, melting
won't pass until spring;
by then she will be gone

and I'll wish for winter again.

    report violation
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  • 7 years ago

    by Angie

    And my heart aches....

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Be still my heart. I know how personal (as we all do) this piece is which makes it so much more chilling and heart breaking

    Much love
    Em x

  • 7 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Andrea,

    The chill in this piece is so cold, but written so beautifully and delicate. Your expression with your situation is truly heart-felt.
    I'm so saddened with reading. I do not feel I have read such emotional parental poetry like yours.

    Much much love and warmth
    Michael xx

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Andrea, I am so desperately sorry for you, you cannot know. What made me feel awful as I read this was the beauty and craft I found that still shines through anything you write...no matter the dreadful subject matter.

    Love always to you,

    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by ddavidd

    You burned me with this snow, I am truly being burned.
    This is the most sublime bittersweet
    I have ever tasted.
    You are there now,
    where you do not need to write poetry,
    everything that you see,
    Everything that you say,
    Everything that you feel,
    everything that you are,
    now is poetry:
    ethereal,
    glamorous,
    bereaved and blue
    excruciating,
    eye-opening,
    emancipating
    and most human!!

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