Looking up at the snowflakes,
twirling round and round.
Memories of wonderful times
and moments of happiness are found.
Delicate snowflakes flutter,
down upon my face.
Beautiful white snow,
shaped like baton lace.
Those moments remind me,
of a tender kiss.
Of mom, my dad and my sister,
for whom I do miss.
It's a magical time,
knowing it's from above.
A sweet little kiss,
sent with so much love.
About the Creator
Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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Awww, this was so wonderful! Beautiful poem!