My Snowman

Glistening against a blue back drop

Twig arms stretched east to west;

A coal black smile and hat on top

My snowman is the best

Nose pressed against a frosty pane

I greet him every day

He brings great joy and pride to me

I want him here to stay

Then sadly mother nature calls

And beckons spring’s bright rays

To slowly bring my snowman home

There’ll   be another day

MY SNOWMAN…………THE STORY

I wrote this poem for my first grandchild, Amelia, now eight years old. I felt it was time to introduce structured poetry and chose common meter, a frequently used format of Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets.

Although seemingly written for a child’s pleasure, the poem has metaphorical characteristics for me as I wrote it watching her grandpa Ken “melt away” with his disease.  The end of the poem signals the calling home by a greater energy/force but gives reassurance of a reunion another day.

I trust the deeper meaning of this simple poem will evolve through to her adulthood and will be held very special.