Sweet Hermione




4th poem:

Winter 

Little hands against the window 
Eyes staring wide 
In your eyes the world is changing 
You will explore new things and I will soon take you outside 

Questions errupt, cute as they are 
Where does it come from? Can I taste? 
You babble non-stop, taking it in in surprise 
Mummy, when I touch it, will it be erased? 

I take you by the hand and lead you out 
And soon white flakes crown your dark hair 
You sure look like an angel, curious and sweet 
Big, blue eyes twinkling as you adore and stare 

Carefully you aproach the street 
Crunching snow under your feet as you do 
Then you run back at me, cling to me as though afraid 
Don't worry my child, it's only winter greeting you 


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