Child's Play Poem by Phil Soar

It was a cold, cold morning
The car would not respond
My hands were chattering in the wind
There was thick ice on the pond
The fish were frozen solid
My feet were frozen too
My breath looked like I was smoking
My feet were turning blue
I wondered why I'd venture out
In this god almighty weather
Icicles formed upon my hair
And my skin looked like tough leather
I gave up after half an hour
And then went back inside
I took a hot and soapy shower
And then sat down and cried
I was going to miss the nativity
It was just too cold to go
I looked out through the window
At the deep and pure white snow
But my son just shrugged his shoulders
Said 'Daddy it's Okay
I only had a little part
And don't mind anyway'
It sort of melts your heart a bit
That they seem to have the view
That you might as well accept things
As there's nothing you can do.