when i shivered through the door

ClutchTheDawn
ClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
edited July 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
when it snows,
in big white flakes
of pure, independant beauty,
I tilt my head back
close my eyes
feel the cold purity
melt against my eyelids,
stick out my tongue
taste childhood all over again.

I spread my arms
let all the worry wander,
see the faces that used to see mine,
the ones that loved without question,
and I always knew,
despite the cold,
that the warmth would be waiting
when I shivered through the door.
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    I like this one. :)

    It reminds me of how good it used to feel to go to my grandparents house. They were always so happy to see me at the door!
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  • ClutchTheDawn
    ClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    we're on the same wavelength, as it is my grandparent's warmth i was thinking of.

    glad it brought back similar memories for you. :)

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