A Young Mother's Snow Poem by Shane Markie

A Young Mother's Snow

When the snow falls softy on faces,
It caresses all parts with the love
Of a young mother. Who is he
That would call the snow cold and

Ugly? Who is he that would reject
The breathing wind, carrying the spirit of
Life, perhaps the soul of his next
Mother?

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