The snowflakes flutter wet against my face.
The slush seeps into my boots and dampens my socks.
The car doors leave water crystals on my fingers.
I am somehow infinitely comforted by the fact
that I leave behind a small boy who still remembers how
to make castles out of cardboard boxes.
Because of him I stop to study
the snowflakes on my dark sleeve.
Because of him I remember
to quietly catch one on my tongue.
My classmates would think me strange,
for taking so much delight in such a nuisance.
But they have no one at home
to build them cardboard castles.
Oh, Hanna.
My heart…
Thank you.
Beautiful, Hanna. I’m sure your classmates would love to have that if they could.
It’s a wonderful gift to so so much with few words. You have been blessed with that gift.
Greatly enjoyed this thought.
Gpa. R.
Beautiful and thought provoking poem. A wonderful image of love in your words.
Stunning, Hanna. Your delight in little things inspires me to keep looking for the wonder in them as well. Thanks for reminding me how important they really are.
Hannah, this is such a sweet way to remind us to enjoy the little things in our lives. It has so much love, honesty, and kindness. You are a gifted writer who is able to convey feelings and emotions with your words. Blessings and hugs! ???
Hanna, I ❤️❤️❤️ This. Children do help us to be more childlike and open our eyes to the wonders of the world. Thanks for writing this!
Beautiful, Hanna! <3
no, I didn’t cry….I promise…
Hanna!!! <3 Everyone needs to stop and take some time to remember to embrace the little things in life that need to be embraced!!
Even though so many people have already said it, thank you for this and for remind us to look closer at *life*.
*reminding